[Fatigue dulled his reflexes, but Setsuna's sudden movement did not catch him completely off guard. His arms shot out, reflexively, somehow thinking the Meister had fallen over, accidentally, but when he moved against him he realized what was happening.]
[Lockon frowned down to the young man clinging to him. One hand rested on his back, the other patting his hair gently. Maybe he had not grown up quite so much. Then again, Lockon could relate to that kind of grief, and he would not begrudge Setsuna this moment. Quietly, he spoke, but with genuine sympathy.] Oy. It's alright, now.