Colin shrugged a little at Zach's question about his mother. "I don't know, actually. She always said she wanted us to be happy, so I feel like she wouldn't mind. Especially when she knows that you protected me and kept me safe."
Once he was in the kitchen, his ability to keep even a small smile on his face vanished. He drew in a shakey breath, forcing his focus on the act of making tuna, being extra careful not to cut himself on the sharp lid. Getting a cut would be a horrible thing, really. Colin stared at the mayo for about one minute before he actually pulled it out of the fridge and starting to make things. He would have made it with a boiled egg like his mum did, but he wasn't allowed to use the stove for anything but tea.
Speaking of tea..."Do you want any tea?" He peeked around the kitchen door, bowl in hand and a bit of mayo smeared on his cheek. "Do you like celery? Oh...wait. I probably shouldn't use the knives to cut it." He paused for a moment, taking note of the camera in Zach's hands. "Oh." He smiled a little, head tilted to the side.
"Are you taking pictures?" He glanced down at the tuna, humming softly. "Let me know if I run out of pictures." He didn't bother to tell him to be careful because he trusted him to be so. "Do you have any plastic wrap?"