Ammy held him, stroking that fluffy head of hair soothingly. She knew-like just about everyone else-what had happened, and like hell she was going to let Mitsuru be here on his own. It just wouldn't have been fair to the poor boy, not in the slightest.
"Hey, c'mon now. Smile a little! This is a party, right?" She drew back to grin at him. "So you might as well have fun."