I was talking about you following me... [He pouts.] It's not that I don't want to work together. I do, and I want you there. [He smiles faintly.] Because we're friends, right? But I...

[His gaze drops, although Gon's position in his arms means he doesn't end up hiding his face very well. He knows exactly why he's anxious, he knows exactly what he's afraid of. But it keeps getting caught in his throat, behind a dam that keeps back a lot of emotion.]