Receiving the affection of an inanimate object was a little ridiculous but Ritsuka withheld any acerbic comment. He may have carried a similar comfort object when he was of such an age, after all. Due to his memory loss the teen did not know. After a moment of patient accommodation for Mr. Bear's desires Ritsuka began to suffer neck cramp. With care for his companion's easily roused fear he straightened to his full impressive height once more. There were definite disadvantages to being tall.
Turning to a nearby counter he placed the food items still in his arms on its gleaming surface. The boy required a moment of disengagement from this strenuous human contact. A soft breath, in and then out, like the receding tide stroking a sandy shore. Another, followed by a third. Then he turned and offered his hand to Antha. The long digits trembled very slightly as if attempting to jerk away. But they stayed vulnerably extended. "What's your name, little one?" Ritsuka asked in his quiet tenor.