He smiles at her words then, for what feels like the first time in ages. It even hurts a little, but he suspects it's more of an emotional pain than a physical one.

"I admit, I had hoped it was."

But then he probably hoped for most of the things she said to be directed at him, even the smallest lilts in her voice or the standard greetings and parting words. It weakened his resolve to stay away, little by little - and yet, he never went back.

"I'm... so happy that you're alright."

Physically, anyway. Still working. Not a complete mess like he is. He tries to keep back the words he wants to say, but he can't, and they spill out of him before he even realizes it.

"I missed you so much."