Seto finds his footing again, leaning into his taller friend. He's warm...and that's somewhat grounding against the tide of his turbulent emotions. He presses his palms into Esteban's back, holding on...not quite as tightly, but he's steady and sure.

He doesn't respond to Esteban's worries with promises that would likely ring empty. He's fairly sure this won't be the last time---as soon as they're free, he's going to fight to stay connected to his new friends for the rest of his life. But even that is a drop in the bucket compared to Esteban's life. There's no happy answer, so he tightens his grip as if that would tie them together.

The storm of emotion recedes a little, and Seto eventually feels compelled to respond. "I'm glad you noticed," he laughs softly. "You're so giving and kind, no matter the struggle. I know what you said before, but I still admire that. And I enjoy being around you. Thank you..."

And then, his loose tongue betrays him again. "So. If you're worried...you can hug me whenever you like, as long as my ribs don't end up cracked."