Well. All these questions are almost hilariously predictable. Chikusa answers them in the same quiet bland tone he always uses with Ken when he’s shooting down his ideas. “No. Maybe if you’re still. You can have some when I give you real food. Mukuro-sama will come back soon after he finishes some things.”

But that’s logic. Logic doesn’t have anything for an upset Ken, especially when it’s telling him things he doesn’t want to hear. So Chikusa tries for something else, reaching over to thread his fingers through what’s slightly oily but not actually dirty hair; he cleaned his partner when changing out his bandages. “Just… let your bones heal properly, Ken. Please.”