Ken smiled, albeit bitterly. Last night, despite the lack of actual misfortune, remained a sore spot. He knew he had to discuss it at some point with his friend, but the unpleasantness of the matter could not be denied. "It's okay," he assured. "It, um, actually didn't happen."

His intent to explain why was quickly overshadowed by Ururu's hug. Once again, the child felt the joints in his ribs crack by just a fraction. "A-Ah. Yeah. I'm fine." Really.