[The fear in Appolo's eyes is painfully obvious. Hanzo knows he's tempted to run, to give into the flight part of his natural response to tense situations, but he's not going to allow that. He rests a hand on Apollo's shoulder, squeezing hard enough to make it clear he's to remain seated as Hanzo takes the spot on the bench beside him.]

If everything is fine, why do you look as though you are ready to run? Have I done something to offend you? Do we know each other?

[He couldn't care less one way or another. If Apollo wasn't impressionable enough to remember, then he's not going to make the effort to rectify that now.] Or is there some other reason you find the need to keep tabs on me?