[It probably should have, but oddly enough, it's almost easier to focus on the rest than it is the amount of time he'll be... He squeezes Ignis' shoulder, trying to reassure his friend as he wills his voice to cooperate. How he manages to make it almost completely steady, save the mild undertone of tiredness, he'll ask himself later.]

Nah. I knew I'd be gone for a while, just... not how long it'd be. [He hates it; he hates it so much, but for now, he focuses on his longtime friend more than what will befall himself.] I'm fine, Iggy. It just took me a moment to digest it.

[Well, as fine as he'll ever be, but at least he's calm? That's a miracle in and of itself.]