Yukio hadn't exactly had enough time to respond to Henry's question before he'd disappeared again - par for the course for his luck, lately, really - but he'd waved a dismissive hand at Rin's comment, a wordless reply that he would be fine without him in the meanwhile. He is fine, really. It's just taking him a bit longer to recuperate from recent events than he cares to admit.

In the meanwhile, he idly listens to the goings-on in the next room. He isn't entirely sure that he manages to pick up on everything that's happened while he's been curled up in the room he shares with his brother, but one thing he knows for sure - everyone out there sounds like they're out of their minds. Henry included.

Which is just the slightest bit worrying, if you ask him.

He's still in pretty much the same position his brother had left him in when he returns and, though he peers at the other curiously once he's taken on his smaller form and curls up in his lap, he can't very well deny that he enjoys the closeness for however long it ends up lasting. There's what is supposed to pass for a reassuring smile, but it might end up falling a bit short. He's still exhausted.

"I'm fine, really. Are they ... ?" Are they going to be okay? is the silent question asked, and he doesn't even know where to begin to ask about the stray Henry has apparently brought home with him.