Terry touched Tsura's hand briefly, then moved away, not wanting to offend Tsura's parents by anything inappropriate. "We lived in Harrow--Kenton." He continued to stoically eat his sandwich, if only because he didn't know what else to do. He'd been accustomed to eating anything and everything he could when he could, because he didn't know when his next meal was coming. Granted, some of that urgency had disappeared when he'd started serving Tsura, but now that he was upset, the old habits were reappearing. He didn't know what to think about finding his father. That was a bit frightening. It was something he'd wanted for so long, but what if his father no longer missed him? What if his family had gotten over his loss? What if they were angry, thinking that he'd stayed away deliberately?
"This sandwich is very good," he said, his gaze flicking briefly to Tsura's mother before falling away again. "I didn't realise how hungry I really was until now."