[He's a little embarrassed, but only a little-- he's never been the sort to think crying was shameful. He mostly just feels bad that he's cycled in and out of tears so many times in Konoha's house just today (honestly, Tanjiro, how many cues to you need to take it upon yourself to watch a good tearjerker movie and cry it out, damn).]

[He leans into her shoulder again and nods, looking down at his knees.]

I know... Giyu-san likes cold soba? Or at least well enough that he let me talk him into an eating contest with it. [A quiet laugh.] How ridiculous of me, really.