[Sorey gives his friend a look before swiftly poking Mikleo's side with his free hand. Gosh.

He follows along wherever he's tugged. His eyes are back to surveying their surroundings for any trouble. However, the topic then turns a bit more serious, and Sorey looks back at his friend. The brunet smiles with a squeeze of Mikleo's hand.]

I know. You've always waited for me, whether I was sick or hurt...or went unconscious after accepting a pact for the first time.

I'm definitely not complaining about seeing you so soon. Not that I ever would complain about seeing you in the first place.