[ The emotion hits Red first before the man's words, something that sinks into his shoulders, under his skin. It makes him purse his lips for a brief moment, and in that time too -- it connects to him on a personal level.

-- but that was exactly what he'd told himself that he shouldn't let happen, shouldn't encourage. Not so soon anyway, when his mind can tell himself that it's not what the man needs. He lets himself release the breath he was holding in, and starts, slowly, ]

H..hey! How are you? Did I interrupt you? I wanted to see how you were doing. Does anything hurt? It looked like they healed you up alright last night, but...how is everything today?