Tatsuki is no master of human behavior, however even a blind alien could tell that there was something wrong. The look in the young innkeeper's eyes, the curt movements, all of this screamed that there is something for which the shinigami may very well have been responsible for, and for the life of him, he can not figure it out. His brows furrow in confusion and out of pure instinct his mind slips inside that of the man before him. He does not go far, catching himself quickly, however the feelings of disappointment and shame pulsate right at the forefront of his mind.

[i]'Why would he feel such things towards me like this? Have I done something to offend him? I thought last night that we had fun, and he dismissed my trespass. . .Perhaps, after a night to think about it. . . .However, the resentment I feel is not for a wrong. He is. . . Disappointed about something. Ad ashamed of said disappointment. Perhaps my sudden leaving? Did he want me to stay?'[/i] Tatsuki refrains from diving once more into the young man's mind, instead murmuring, “I understand.” and focusing on his meal. He watches as the innkeeper swiftly vanishes out of the room, tracking his movements until he ends up in the kitchen.

[i]'I feel I must speak with him, however he said he was busy. Though I sense that is not entirely the truth. He is avoiding me'[/i] The realization strikes Tatsuki a little harder than he thought it would and for several minutes he simply continues eating, the process slow but steady. The sister try to catch his eye, but they could have been dull wallpaper for all the attention he paid them. He is lost deep in thought, but as if snapping out of a trance he suddenly stands, making his way towards the kitchen.

He comes in to find Shigetoshi cleaning what appears to be an already clean kitchen. He does not address the innkeeper right away, instead watching him work. He stands in the doorway until he is noticed, and when that happens he offers no expression to indicate his intentions. He does not want to have a misunderstanding. Instead he just looks into the young man's eyes, trying to find a place to start, seeking something that will indicate what he did to deserve the way Shigetoshi is acting. Without using his powers, there is little he can glean this way however, s he decides to speak. 

“I am sorry for anything I have done to offend you. I am no great master of social interactions, and I fear I have missed something. Some little, or not so little, hint from you that has left you upset, and I confused. I may travel a lot, but the differences in cultures has all but destroyed my understanding of subtlety, so if I [b]have[/b] done or not done something to upset you, I fear you must tell me what it is, or I will not understand what it is, or how to fix it.” He looks to the floor, his arms crossing as he kicks one of his legs a little, scuffing his foot on the floor. “I really enjoy talking to you. Far more that I have with anyone for a long time, and I would be greatly saddened if I lose that with you over something stupid I did. . .” He lets out a light huff and looks to Shigetoshi, a faintly sad look in his eyes.