[ He does remember, sometimes, but it's easy to forget. The Mako he knows is so put together, so self-assured, he can forget that their lives were so different, before. When Wu was miserable in his giant palace with food and shelter and any physical comfort he could want, Mako was struggling and homeless.

Maybe he willfully forgets it. His feelings aren't contained, are a roiling thing inside him, and they leak through the touch of Mako's arm around his shoulder, letting Mako feel the deep sadness that Wu feels when he thinks about Mako's past, the disgust he feels for his own self-centeredness. He has no idea his emotions are there, no idea that Mako can feel them.

Fritter whines, pressing her nose into Wu's throat. ]

Right. Trash. Um. We're not going to do that. We're going to find somewhere with beds and a roof and hopefully pillows and blankets and things like that.