"Ah," he murmurs, holding a hand up, palm out, as if to comfort them. He still has that weak smile on his face, and it gets a little tighter in this moment.

"I'm... fine. I was reminded of some things, but they're long past." He shrugs very slightly, and waves a hand as if to brush the whole conversation away. He wants to think about other things, and their concern for him is, honestly, unbearable to him in this moment.

"What did you think? About all of that? Did you meet a kid?"