[ He should have known better. He should have waited to cook until they'd talked, so he could be right there by Nagisa, not be busy with something. What he'd done for his own comfort wasn't what was best for Nagisa, and now Aiichiro doesn't know what to do. He flips the pancakes currently cooking - several small ones - over, a little messily as he's distracted, and then steps toward Nagisa, still holding the spatula. ]

It's not bad.

[ He gives a little shake of his head. ]

What you feel is what you feel, Nagisa, and it's okay. I certainly can't judge you, when I came back and cried my eyes out myself. Do you want to tell me?