[Direction? At least that's not something he lacks—for now.] It's not that I don't think you're equal to those children. It's more the boredom of it I was afraid would get to you. You see what being locked up with other people's housework did to me.

[It's a joke. Probably. He doesn't ask why other-him feels the need to restrain himself around the kids, or otherwise; why he wants to be sure they have all the things the two of them didn't. He knows.]

So what's your plan? Ueno—[the hub of the motorcycle subculture in Tokyo]—or Mementos?