[He almost shrugged Livio off when he felt his hands on his shoulders, but the words managed to break through the fog, and the reality of it hit him again. It's okay. He's already taken care of. He was. He took care of him, himself. He had to, he couldn't just leave him there. Nothing could hurt him, anymore, he was safe, he even covered the grave to-...!

He gave a small, humming sound as he came back to reality, shaking his head and covering his face for a moment to hide the way it crumpled, the way his lip trembled. He hummed again, soft little noises that weren't quite whines and weren't sharp enough to be crying. Trying to build up to being able to form words again, before finally he found his voice, soft and miserable as it might have sounded.]

I...came to visit...wanted to visit him. Didn't think...didn't think anyone would be back yet. 'S...why I was hiding. Didn't want to bother you guys, some creepy old man just...lurking by the orphanage. Just...wanted to...come and say good bye an' then...and then leave again. That's all.

[Not that he needed to explain, but it helped to reorient himself, get himself out of the weird headspace that had come over him. He gave himself a moment for the tears to hit, let himself feel them, process the panic he'd just had. And then he did his best to shove all of it back down inside of his chest, wiping at his face and readjusting his sunglasses, and then looking up at Livio with an apologetic grimace that tried to be a smile.]

Sorry, sorry. I'm fine. Your kids are missing, let's go. we need to look for them.