The lunch is very tempting, but he's not inclined to steal from people who actually need it. Thievery is firmly reserved for those who keep too much for just themselves. He reaches the same conclusion his counterpart does fairly quickly, the mole is really a giveaway, and he starts running guesses in his head as to exactly how old his one was. Before or after the tragedy that shaped their lives?

Before the Fall, or after it?

The way he startles a bit at telepathic contact suggests he's really, really not used to that, but to the casual eye it can be passed off as surprise at seeing what is very obviously a younger brother. "Yes, but don't ask me to do that too."

Things he doesn't know how to do yet: that. Talking to his sisters was different, that wasn't really ... talking. "And don't eye me like that either! I thought I saw someone around, but I didn't think it'd be someone so .... ..teeny." So smol. He's hardly grown himself but he's bigger! The method he seems to be using to keep human attention off as this being anything unusual is acting as if it isn't. People just ignore so much right in front of them that it can get a little ridiculous. "Are you okay? Are you alone?"

In the vast scale of Vashes, they're far closer to each other in size, sound and age than the scattered adults ever were. Did they worry about him suddenly, the way he worried about this little brother?