[ Any words he had choke up immediately in his throat, and he stiffens in surprise for just a moment before he wraps his arms around her waist, heart pounding. Hugging her closer, pressing his face into her shoulder for a second (she's so soft!!! and warm, and she smells nice, and—) before he lifts it again, pressing their cheeks together instead. ]

Just for a bit, unfortunately...~ I go back at noon tomorrow. [ He regrets every word of that sentence, and he closes his eyes with a soft sigh, holding her tighter. This hurts a lot, because someone fell off a ladder and got all scraped up, but he has a jacket and he's perfectly fine. It's just like earlier, it's okay if it's like this—! ] I already spent some time with Hina, so... It's your turn. You wanted to go riding, right? I think it should be okay to do today, if you'd still want to.

[ ... ]

I missed you, Anya. [ Quietly said, eyes fluttering open slowly. ] I thought about you a lot.

[ He's sure he wasn't as big of a presence in her mind—Anya, undoubtedly, has dozens upon dozens of people to think about, to worry about—but he has the fortune of having very few people to sincerely feel that way about. ]