The look he gave Donovan wasn't quite sympathy, though he appreciated his growing understanding of the other man. Eleven siblings, and it would have been thirteen without the miscarriages. He wasn't quite sure if he was supposed to feel some sort of secondary remorse for those miscarriages when there were still so many children in the family. Kyu-Sik looked down and started cutting his chicken when he caught himself staring blankly in the mental images of what that would even be like.
"It's hard to imagine having that many siblings. It's always just been Mi-Ho and I, since I'm pretty sure our parents were done after we were born. They weren't even around all that much when we were growing up." He took a bite of the delicious chicken and gave himself some time to review what he had just said. Thinking back, his own childhood had been… quiet. That was the only word for it. He had Mi-Ho and she had him. There parents did love them and they were [i]there[/i], so it wasn't really fair to let anyone assume the opposite. However, they were both bouncing around with work, leaving the two to fend for themselves when they were trusted without a sitter. Which was probably too young to others.
Their childhood went without much incident, since the twins were always well-behaved and neither had a problem taking on the household chores. They even went to school earlier and their parents had refused to let them get held back in kindergarden because of their lack of social skills at that age. It was just hard to say what that sort of early responsibility and lack of socialization had done for their personalities.
If Donovan was any indication, obviously having a lot of siblings did something to someone's personality. "If you're one of the oldest, you must have been busy. Is that why you like to cook?" --and shove vegetables at people.