[The hand on his shoulder is returned by a brief second of tensing, but it doesn't last long and he lets out a shaky breath, shaking his head.]

No, no, it's-- it's fine. I'm fine. Just-- ... lotta memories, y'know?

[Stuck with him, but really it's probably needed. Wallowing in emotions alone is rarely good for anyone.

He glances at the framed photo on the desk.]

That was the first time I ever got to Kyoto, and I practically had to beg them to take me to the tower. Apparently most people in the area don't even like it! Go figure, huh?