[ Helios...actually stops dead in his tracks at that. Oh, gods, so many bad memories and his own disposition flood into his mind at that second. He catches himself from taking a sharp breath. But he's impossibly still as he's over the sink, on hand on the faucet the other holding the tea pot in hand. ] Yes. It does, doesn't it? It-it takes some getting used to.

[ He fills up the pot and sets it on the stove his back turned towards the other. He hunches a little and sighs. ] I know how you feel. P-Probably more than most sh-should.

[ He turns around then giving an apologetic and sad look. ] And I'm sorry that you're going through it. This is...the Malnosso's doing then?