Duster absentmindedly brushed the part of his shirt that was grabbed, though it didn't do much help. His attention was divided between the Shadow and that possibly-an-apology, possibly-still-upset-at-him reaction. He couldn't tell what his real intentions were, as that was the major issue he had with him the past month. He hoped that it meant something good.

His hands remained held together as he shut his eyes from the blinding light. They did it. Aoi did it. It was fine, and there was nothing left to worry about. At least, nothing related to the Calamity self.

He struggled to find something to say after all that. "...You good?"