He doesn't lift his head even though he knows it's Kell, recognizes him on instinct by his movements and his gait alone, even before he draws up a makeshift seat of his own and sits in his periphery.

The arm that settles over his shoulders feels heavy. Rhy doesn't lean into the embrace, but he doesn't pull away from it; he sits stiffly, taking uneven breaths. Of course Kell can find him even when he doesn't really want to be found.

"I'd rather not."