I don't remember! [He protests in a snapping whine, defensive as he shifts in his own seat, brows low and— most of all— knowing. It doesn't take a genius to grasp exactly why that's a cruelty aimed at anyone, let alone his own adoptive pairing. Someone he cares for dearly enough to descend into a screaming, frothing, stupid fit over, apparently, because the rest wasn't bad enough on its own.

Gods above.]

I said a lot of things!!

[Which is true.

Ears pinned back, ankles shifting till they cross. Another glance elsewhere (he couldn't look at Kanan for gold or gods right now), and his next exhale turns sharp enough to cut.]

He knows I didn't mean it.

He can read fine now— that's how he does all the delivery unloading. He probably reads more than I do! It's not that big a deal.