[He appreciates the arm around him a lot right now. It's warm, and it's a warmth that actually manages to soothe him. He presses himself closer to him, and Ken's hand grasps the end of his shirt in a familiar gesture. He can't put into words how much he missed Jaime. It's almost enough to blow away the negative emotions that had gathered around the incident; if Jaime is here, there's somewhere for him to go. There's someone who'll hold him like this, whose shirt he can always grasp.

He closes his eyes and focuses on the sound of him breathing.]

I didn't have a choice. Joining SEES came later, but seeing the Dark Hour happened right after it. Even if I stayed inside, I could hear people getting attacked. I didn't want to see something like my mom happen.