Bodhi looks down consciously. "Um." Well, the short answer is easy. He nods to buy himself time, not sure how much else he should say. Not because it's a secret, but because it's hard to gauge how much Kira would care to know, how much dismal baggage he can keep out of any explanation he could give. He swallows, reaches for every scrap of optimism he's wrung out of the past few days, and says simply, "I always sort of thought I'd turn into my father, but I can't remember why I minded that idea." He sets the finished tea in front of Kira with something like the flair he remembers from the shop in what seems like someone else's life.