"Huh." It hadn't occurred to him that that might be part of the clumsiness, he'd just chalked it up to losing two inches of height or more along with a good deal of muscle... and being that gangly, awkward, in between growth spurts size again.

He settles onto one of the cushions at the low table with his tea, once close enough to the wall he can shift it around and lean against it, and stretches his legs out in front of them. "Can you bring your shadow back?" he asks, not quite plaintive as he cradles the cup in his hands without drinking. "It feels at least a little more like you're actually... here, talking to it."