That definitely sounds right, especially given the photos on his phone of some wooden pieces already attached for the start of a build. Now he recognizes the ramp with ladder rung steps up the length for what it is intended to become.

Looking up from the photo of his aunt with Bunsen in time to see Sadie turn her attention to him rather than their surroundings, he looks downward with a guilty frown at her words. That should have been addressed before today. Before this important date. He stays quiet as she takes his hand, and Benjiro listens as she explains. He has no memory of the talk with them and Russell, no memory of their decision to become his legal guardians, and nothing of his return to their house or their acceptance of Sadie as she sits in front of him now.

The second hand account of his life being pieced back together leaves him quiet for an uncomfortable pause as he tries to untangle the emotional knot in his chest.

“Sorry,” he says as he puts his phone down and drags his fingers back through his hair. Lifting his head to look to Sadie, he smiles with less enthusiasm as he gives her hand a squeeze back. “I’m glad things have worked out. I bet the next family dinner with my aunts and your parents will be much more interesting.”