Sho’s brows knit in some mix of concern and fear, worried for both the other’s wounds and the fact that he might get revenge for them. But for now, his Conductor seemed calm enough: was he Xpecting such a vicious welcome home?
“If you only came back because you felt like this is home, zetta lame reason,” he grabs the man’s wrist, pulling him up, giving him a quick nip 2 the lips. “But for me? Understandable. I’m hard 2 resist,” he grins wide, taking a step back; all smug and paranoia eased. “Heh. I guess I am pretty impressive. It’d be hard not 2 miss me. But, I gotta ask,” he plops back on2 the couch for the dozenth time, perhaps actually considering staying there this time. “…what’d you miss most, picopascal?”
He winces as he’s pulled up, gritting his teeth for a second. Broken ribs for sure, those would have to get wrapped… He stays standing where he is for the moment, knowing it would take a bit of effort to comfortably sit.
"That. The ego, the attitude." He have a short laugh, cutting it off with a sightly pained gasp. "That other ain’t got a spark like you do. It’s like his drive is gone. You, heh, well you’re you. Can’t get better that."