With his mind a whirl of the loss, nothing, soul crushing loneliness, he doesn't even notice her approach him until she grabs his shoulders, making him flinch harshly from her touch. He's never been fond of physical contact, but more than normal, he feels vulnerable, exposed, and the echoes of agony still rattle in his mind.

But as his head snaps up to look at her, he recognizes her, sees her, realizes he's not as devastatingly alone as he feels. "Mimi..?" It breaks through the panic enough for him to instead cover his face and try to steady his breathing though it seems it's hard fought to do so. He still doesn't know- he still could have lost everyone.

"I--... I apologize, we--" his voice is still rough, raw, screamed hoarse, the words are halting around choked breaths, "You're okay-...You should go." He's dangerous to be around, he knows he's hunted.