Oh. [ is all alfyn can manage at first, his jittering nerves alleviating quickly and turning into concern as rondo drops like a sack of potatoes. his instinct is to take a knee, reaching out for his shoulder once he's done running his hands through his hair. the concern is immediate, genuine, and gentle, gaze assessing to make sure that he's alright.

that it's a powerful emotion, certainly, but a good one that can be allowed to happen unfettered. ]

Feelin' an awful lot like a fella missed somethin', Rondo, despite bein' the cause of it.

[ still, a small laugh leaves him. the relief is a little infectious. ]

Yeah. Nearly four years, now, I think.