[ Again, that's... almost sort of how he might have responded were those shoes on the other foot... he's still not sure whether or not he hates how similar they are in certain ways.

Gently, he shoves his hands in the pockets of Cloud's jacket and turns a little, strands of silver brushing against his face again in that gentle breeze. ]

I came to see how you were.

[ A pause. ]

Because if I feel this way with Cloud disappearing, then I'm sure you feel the same with Zenyatta leaving.