"Possibly," Riley hides his concern beneath the hint of a smile, but his eyes are alert and attentive. His other hand comes to settle on Hikaru's shoulder, decptively casual, but undisputedly firm.

When he speaks again, it is conversational. And this time, the smile slips. "Come keep me company, Hikaru."

He doesn't like the sound of that hitch between the boy's syllables, and not for the first time does he wish that there was something else that he could do than merely offer support like this.