Shigetoshi barely finished with his sigh when a voice from behind startled him. The young man jumped and the bowl he was washing feel to the ground. [i]Crash[/i]. The sound was loud to his ears. The wooden bowl rolled away lopsidedly, having cracked down one side. Unusable, was the first though that went through his mind. Even if he repaired the crack the bowl would never be used for eating out of again. At least it was porcelain, which he did have a set of, or else the fate of the bowl would have been tragic. As it was, he'd have to head to town and get a replacement the next time he was there. 

The entire thought lasted less than a second. He had twirled around to find himself looking at Tatsuki. The younger man scuffed his foot on the floor and continued to speak. Shigetoshi just stared, trying to process the words he was hearing. By the time the guest finished speaking everything had fallen into place. Shigetoshi couldn't help but feel disgusted with himself. He sighed and reached down to pick up the bowl from the ground. His black eyes trace the fracture running through the wood. There was no courage to be found there.

"It wasn't you." Shigetoshi said finally. He turned away from Tatsuki and tossed the bowl into the trash. "I just..." He trailed off. "I need to finish cleaning up." He said as he grabbed a tray to carry dishes on and turned to Tatsuki who was in the doorway to the dining room.

"Excuse me, please." Shigetoshi didn't look him guest in the eyes knowing this was all on him. He was the one projecting and Tatsuki was completely oblivious. Ancestors, he was pathetic, mooning over a guest at that!