Whoa, hey, none'a that. [He wags a finger sharply at her as she starts to apologize, cutting her off.] Look I dunno how much of this illness is actually caused by guilt like they say, 'cuz so far as I know germs don't work like that, but I'm not really interested in you taking chances, okay? [He shakes his head and ventures a grin. It really is good to see her.] Nobody thinks you did it on purpose--they'll all just be really glad you're back. So don't be sorry, got it memorized?

[And then he sighs softly, rubbing the back of his neck the way he does when he's feeling a bit awkward.]

Besides, I should be apologizing to you, if we're gonna go down that road. I've been here eight months now, I owe you for my memories of Xion--and more than that, even if you don't remember it--and we've hardly talked at all. [A shake of his head and he lets his hand fall back to his side.] So I'm sorry. [It's still such a strange word to hear his own voice say; it wasn't until he met Roxas that it even really reentered his vocabulary... Well, even if he's awkward, he means it.] I don't wanna lose touch like that again. I don't... want to hear about it secondhand if you're in trouble, okay?