[ thankfully, kon doesn't seem to mind, and jon's shoulders ease down as he drops to his feet on the roof finally. the smile is a relief, especially since they really haven't spent much time together. between their various duties around the world, trips elsewhere, friends that existed before they even met-- it's been a lot to try to maneuver around.

when kon brings attention to his uniform, jon's lips part again, poised to ask him about it. why is he wearing an altered suit? rebranding? some other thing? maybe he wants to distance himself. did something happen?

but he's distracted by the worried question. .. ah. kon must be from an earlier point. ] Oh, he.. [ his brows knit. ] He had to go to Warworld. He wasn't sure when or if he'd come back, and after.. [ he trails off, remembering all too easily how terrifying it had been to say goodbye to his father, thinking he'd never see him again. ] Um. [ he shakes his head. ] Anyway, he's back. He got back a little while ago, thankfully.

[ he hesitates, then reaches up to touch the altered shield on kon's chest, eyes wide and questioning when they meet kon's. ] What is this about? And you're wearing a mask. Is everything okay? Are you okay?