Seto's just trying to survive this descent into emotional chaos. He's found himself spilling his guts to anyone who even looks at him, and it's an uncomfortable feeling. He just wants to weather this quietly, away from others if possible...but to get back to his room, he has to pass through the stone garden.

He's just started to cross when he hears a shout of 'SETO---!'. He looks up. And then he's nearly knocked to the ground by an exuberant dragon friend zooming at him, holding him in a bone-crushing grip. It's...familiar.

A former passenger he once knew and loved used to hold him like this too. Those wings back then were angel-soft, not like Esteban's...but that doesn't bother him. Seto clings to Esteban's back in an attempt to stay upright, face pressed against his shoulder.

"Haven't had enough of me yet?" he teases, gentle.