Whether it’s been lip service or genuine, Chikusa’s always taken such words gladly. Now is no different. A shaky breath makes his whole body quiver, and the following exhale has him sagging into Mukuro’s touch. “Yes,” he replies, quiet, not really an answer.

So long as he’s owned, so long as he’s given direction, so long as he’s not discarded...

Something occurs to him, however, and he shifts against Mukuro. “Ken…?” He can only imagine how his partner took to his absence, and, knocked out of his usual apathetic state, the idea of panic looms closer.