"It stings," they answer, head tilting oh-so-mournfully. "It's like a knife to the gut."

And their hands are still behind their back, and they still wear their smile. Ctrl + Z. Undo. It's enough to know that he's afraid. It's enough to know that he's unarmed.

So they just keep staring at him. Staying put for now. "At the very least. I'm glad that you're getting over it so well," they announce offhandedly. "I worried that you might be scared. Hiding from me. Looking over your shoulder. But you didn't even bring a weapon with you!"