[It's a surprisingly strong body that greets Izuku in return, hidden beneath the elegant, flowing silk of his uniform. Rook nestles contentedly against his chest, ready to simply linger in the warmth of the older man's arms until he finds his composure again; he might not completely understand Izuku's grief, but does he really need to? He can listen, if Izuku is ready to talk. He can just be here, if Izuku simply needs someone, something to cling to instead. Just because he's been in Duplicity for so long doesn't mean that he's forgotten how disorienting his own arrival had been.]

De rien. There's no need to worry on my account; I work in the evenings. So long as the sun is still up, I'm free to spend my time as I like--who's going to mind, if I decide I'd like to spend it with you?