As always, Mukuro’s attentions distract Chikusa quiet thoroughly, and his quiet tension eases up as lips brush along his palm. Right. Mukuro will let him tend to himself when everything is done. As long as Mukuro says so, Chikusa will believe him without fault. For things like this, after all, he’s always been honest with them about things like this. More than anyone else, he understands Chikusa, Ken, and even Dokuro and what they all need.

“If you’d like, Maestro.” Chikusa doesn’t care, but his apathy doesn’t mean he won’t hang onto every word and remember what Mukuro has said in this moment even months from now.