I will wear three pairs then, so you can knock them all off, ja? [ His playful banter is weighted, almost too forced and he's so glad then he is in the back and mostly alone again. It's okay if it's Lucio with him. He doesn't think he wants to fully be alone with his memories and the ghosts down below. Right now, more than anything, he needs Lucio. He needs this physical reminder of the living world. He needs the young man that wanted to spend their years together.

He still breathes out a small sigh and considers for a moment. Lucio might not be an unmovable object like he can be when he sets his feet, but he's almost just as bad when he's stubborn. There was no one he's ever met who is so adamantly pigheaded about the things he wants. He finds that cute and right now he knows that if Lucio says no one will bother him then no one will.

Slowly, he pulls his helmet back off and puts it down. He reaches for the fasteners of his armor. But his hands fumble a little. He swallows a little and whispers softly. ] Help me take it off? I don't think I can do it on my own. It's just...really heavy right now. [ It's the weight of the memories tied into the armor that makes it so. ]