Jin Ling steps inside, looking unusually awkward and coltish. There's something lanky about him, like he's grown an inch, but it's all in the way he's carrying himself. Being emotionless for a week and then getting it all back, it changed something in him. The emotions are still resettling, but he has a sense that he needs to take responsibility for his actions while he was heartless, and that mantle of chosen responsibility, knit from empathy, is a look that he's never worn before.

"Happy birthday," he murmurs, with a weak, wry little smile.

He's not actually here to apologize, though there are some reasons why he should, even before he'd turned heartless. That's not going to happen.

But he is stepping forward, reaching for his uncle and enfolding him into a hug.