"Handy." Ty said, not quite sure what to say in the face of this new and odd Kira who carried firestarting kits, axes, and scars like they were no big deal. He gathered up the chairs obediently enough, hefting them into a nearby room just to keep it tidy and give them both some space. He lined them up neatly, smiling despite how... off this whole situation was when Kira said he'd make tea.

He couldn't count how many times he'd been to the Akiyama household, where tea was the answer to a good number of things. Upset? Drink some tea. Feel like you were getting sick? Drink some tea. Need to relax? Drink some tea. And Mrs. Akiyama could make some damn good tea.

He made quick work of the chairs, bringing the wood next to the stove, leaning the axe against it. While he knew he was the last person who could judge anyone for not wanting to talk about something, communication had always been their biggest problem. They could talk about anything random, but the important things they never addressed. Ty had been willing to let it go when he was younger, but now he knew better.

"Did your family get out okay? Is anyone else here?" He at least had the comfort of knowing his family was safe, but the Akiyamas were family too.