The smile was surprisingly answered. It was an understatement to say that Aya had worried last night. Now the relief of seeing Omi relatively okay, and finally smiling again, felt like he had been pardoned of one of his many sins.

"Hn." He nodded, ruffling Omi's hair once more before pulling his hand back, the smile unfortunately a fleeting thing on his lips. "So, how have you been holding up otherwise?"