[It's beginning to dawn on him that the way Yamato is reacting is, while different from his first reaction to him before, still more like a first reaction than a reunion. He's not entirely sure, of course, and honestly it doesn't matter. They can clear that up later, if need be. All that really matters, regardless of the circumstances, is that they have both experienced far too much separation and loss right before this very moment.]

Well, I'm glad you don't mind. [A small, teasing laugh, and Souji unceremoniously tweaks the tip of Yamato's nose as if that's the most natural thing in the world. It is, really - he's always been a tactile person, with a rather limited understanding regarding the concept of personal space, so of course it comes naturally. And Yamato is, after all, his own sword. They're practically part of each other, aren't they?]

But it really was just like this the very first time I met Kashuu Kiyomitsu as well, you know? It's a bit alarming that I keep making my beloved swords this upset, you know? It's just about the last thing I want to do.

[His voice remains more warm and teasing than concerned, at the very least. Really, it's in many ways a very good way to meet, apart from how he's now pretty obviously leaning on Yamato, as if he's definitely going to keel over in case the sword lets him go for even a second.]