This time it’s Ryohei who pauses, nose scrunching up as he thinks carefully. “Maybe?” he offers after a moment, clearly very unsure, and Chikusa gives a sigh. Between these two, it’s becoming clear to him that it’s going to take forever to make sense of everything.

“If it means not going to the hospital…”

The acquiescence has Ryohei grin again, and he points up to his bedroom window. “You can wait in my room! It’s extremely bad for neighbors to see bleeding people on our front lawn.” Something he may or may not have had to learn through personal experience.