[ Camilo knows that face. He feels his own tidal wave of anxiety hit, as he shifts back into his own form, and crouches to his knees again, looking Antonio in the eye. He lets a silence settle for a moment, feeling incredibly awkward and afraid but also incredibly guilty for making this child feel awkward and afraid, too... But— what does any of this mean...? He sighs softly, closing his eyes as he does, letting his gaze drift down at nothing in pensive thought. He doesn't wanna torture the kid. He's just— shocked, too. Finally, he meets his eye again and reaches out to gingerly rest a hand on his shoulder, reassuringly... but maybe he's really reassuring himself more than Antonio. ]

...Hey. It's okay. I'm sorry. This, um— Heh, this is a little crazy, huh...? I know this must be scary. I didn't mean to scare you.