What about him indeed. Chikusa’s still in the camp of “don’t bother to go in at atll”, but he knows that there’s no winning with Ken over this. Not while his knees are broken and he’s being carried in his arms and Ken is forever stubborn. Chikusa glances up at the house himself, silent in thought.

“...If I had a weapon…” He’d be able to fend for himself just fine, even like this.