Likely, that's the wrong thing to say, because Cam tenses. "...The same team, huh?" His throat goes tight and his hands ball up into fists. More flickering.

"Campbell...?" Lucemon tilts her head and pokes his shoulder.

Cam blinks a few times. His eyes are bright, and he's clenched his fists so tight they're becoming whiter and whiter... But he lets them relax, despite how uncomfortable he feels, and he murmurs out an apology. "Yeah. It's...fine."