"Fine! I'm- I'm good," he managed, so terribly glad he didn't get sweaty palms. But he wasn't looking up from the ground, noticing vaguely that the lights of the lamps around them grew brighter yet warmer as if they'd been so dim and cold until now.

The color in his face was returning, and that chilling wind kicking around had stopped, leaving most - if not all - to a silence and a few wind chimes singing from a back porch just a block from their location.

Kanji furrowed his eyebrows, then, glanced up briefly before moving back down. "Were you- were you feelin' like shit until a second ago? Yer color's back."