He turns his face against Xellos's shoulder. "My mother," he stammers. "I shouldn't have. Not've been speaking of her." Not that I miss her, he wants to go on, she sent me away after all, but then at least I was her favourite, like Juan was Papa's, and...
Something in him pipes up, with an oddly Miquel-like voice, that he's going to miss this when he's grown up again - being held by Xellos like that. In response, he just makes himself a little heavier.