[It's not lost on him - that intensity, that battle-readiness that nearly has him lifting his sword, and taking a few steps back as if he's not quite sure if Zura - or maybe not Zura at all - would go for him or not; the uncertainty, though, is still clearly in his face as he watches the other, someone he's known for just so long. His feet shift a little, but then in that moment Zura's dropping the sword. He hasn't seen that look in a long time, and it threw him off a bit; this whole place was throwing him off, period.]

I-I mean it, stop being weir--

[. . . well, weirdness factor increased by 10 here. He doesn't so much mind it, only it's having him really lost, since he couldn't remember the last time Zura had done something like this. Something pretty shitty must have happened; this was basically the only way he really knew that Katsura had, somehow, really believed he was dead.

After a moment he'll set his bokuto down, leaning it against the furniture. It's not quite a hug back; he'll grab on to the other's kimono sleeve with one hand and then slump a little, shoulders relaxing with a sigh as he leans on Zura a little more. He was, after all, tired. Too tired for this kind of thing, definitely.]

Oi oi, well, you know, yesterday-- [It's this uneasy voice, lazy but quiet and definitely trying to make light of things. ]

The remote was missing. I lost the remote, yesterday, and it was really annoying.

[almost as annoying as this hug. Nobody takes Gin-san out so easily, you damn wig.]