They were very different. And it had been odd, adjusting to how Undertaker had looked after him compared to how Sebastian had. He'd managed though, more quickly than he'd have thought, but the nightmares that had returned when his memories had left him trying to find company to ease the terror. And Undertaker had been all he had. And he'd never objected to looking out for him.

"I have had an extra year. A little more now though, I suppose." Not quite grown up but he'd grown more than he had been. He'd learned to cook, but that had become a necessity. Sort of. Undertaker had been appalled to find Ciel eating instant meals or take-out, when he'd moved into his apartment. He hadn't wanted to ask anyone for help or give any hints that he couldn't manage on his own.

"I could do that, I'm sure." A pause, and curious: "What are you going to do?"