Being reminded of what he still has to do, what he has planned, helps calm Chikusa. No, wait, that’s not right to say. It helps steady him, gives him something to refocus on instead of the emotions destroying his usually calm and apathetic demeanor. Slightly, bit by bit, his hand starts to stop shaking.
“They won’t be able to come in here,” he murmurs slightly, eyes going cold again. “They’re too drugged to do anything.” The potent mix that he coated his needles with would put anyone out of commission. He still has a good long while before any regular humans start to come out of that.

...But he shouldn’t test that. Carefully, he undoes the buttons of his jacket and slides it away from his shoulders. “I’ll come back…” Turning around again, he drapes it across Ken’s body and makes sure that it’s close to his face. “So… Just stay here… I’m not leaving the house.”