Mukuro let out a little hum as Chikusa settled against him, fine with not talking and just turning his face to the sunshine to enjoy it, even if it was illusionary. It was nice, warm and not too blindingly bright.

The question made him shift, turning to look at Chikusa, his mouth curling upwards slightly. "He tore apart his fair share of enemies. I can only hope now he's bathing. The doctor was given strict orders not to let him in otherwise."

Both for Mukuro's sensabilities as well as Chikusa's. He canted his head to the side, considering. "But he has faith in you. He knew you wouldn't betray us." Either by divulging information or by dying before they could reach him.