[ He's quiet for a moment, eyes sliding shut as he takes a moment to try to think through his minor flu-induced fog.

But there's no hiding the way that he feels a little sad at that, sad and wistful and nostalgic. ]

... I wish you'd let yourself feel those things, without trying to push them away. Even if it's just for now, just here. Being able to do that... is something precious, I think. Especially since you have to keep yourself together back home.