" But I didn't..." he mumbles, trailing off, seeming to genuinely question whether or not he did deserve it. It's clearly a very troubling effort. His reaction to the stress everyone's feeling seems to be continuing to withdraw, making himself smaller, regarding her warily just in case she tries to lash out at him again completely unexpectedly.

Stabbing the pancake is just such a gesture. In seconds, his hands are on the plate and he's turning it sideways, the pancakes and syrup beginning to slide sluggishly toward the floor as he attempts to wedge the plate between his face and the fork that Misa's wielding.