[He considers that for a moment, letting the hug linger for a few seconds longer before one of his arms raise. It's half like a return hug, but it's incredibly brief. With just that quick touch, he's pulling back and rubbing at his eyes with the other hand, scrubbing them dry.]
...I'm fine, really. It's Gon that I'm worried about. I need to be with him, whether it's here or there.
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...I'm fine, really. It's Gon that I'm worried about. I need to be with him, whether it's here or there.
[He'll follow him. It doesn't matter.]