[ There's a beat of hesitation before Minato reaches out, patting Red's elbow a couple of times. Solid. Real. Thank goodness. After hearing disembodied voices last month, it suddenly occurred to him that he might start seeing things that weren't actually there. ]

I think it's been about two weeks since I last saw you.

[ His hand drops back to his side as he casts a quick glance at the crowd. They've definitely attracted a lot of attention now, which makes him shift a bit uneasily. Fortunately, his relief at seeing Red again seems to be outweighing the self-consciousness. ]

I... heard sometimes people go missing here. But I didn't -- I didn't think it'd be so soon.