“...._oh,” is all he initially utters as recognition dawns. He remembers that night rather well given how monumental that moment with Emiko had proven to his whole life. In the wake of that recognition, he feels mortified that Sadie had to hear the interaction with his mother. Second hand raised to cover his mouth as he looks away with a heat rushing across his face, Benjiro murmurs in Japanese and reverts to English after.

“That...that really happened,” he states and pulls his hand down against his face. Looking down at his lap, seeking the right way to address it, he cannot bring himself to look at Sadie as he speaks again, “Things weren’t like that after we moved from London.”