He absolutely can, and they both know it. Still… This, too, is predictable, and Chikusa lets himself be comforted by that. For years, now, perhaps coming close to a decade, they’ve been by each other’s sides. As steady as the ground beneath his feet, he’s always had Ken to be there: vulgar and loud and filthy and as much a part of his existence as the air he breathes into his lungs. For him to have been- gone. Under threat of always being gone. It had been-

It’d been the most horrifying thing in the world.

But he’s back again, and everything is as it should be, even as Chikusa sighs. “All of it, Ken. You’d just yourself more in a fight… and you wouldn’t be able to stay still if I did something sexual to you.”