[Perhaps it had been too much to do all at once, but Mukuro was one to test the limits of everything and everyone, even the minds of his precious subordinates. Having a few lifetimes shoved into one's mind was painful, disorienting, maddening. Yet Chikusa had handled it well, and like an owner pleased with the trick a pet had performed, Mukuro ran a hand along the back of Chikusa's neck, soothing and soft.]
It's me.
[Which he had said before, countless times as an illusion, but for now it was the truth, his fingers solid as he ran them through Chikusa's hair.]
Rest. You've seen much.
[Mukuro might even offer his lap, picking up Chikusa's discarded book to have something to occupy himself.]
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It's me.
[Which he had said before, countless times as an illusion, but for now it was the truth, his fingers solid as he ran them through Chikusa's hair.]
Rest. You've seen much.
[Mukuro might even offer his lap, picking up Chikusa's discarded book to have something to occupy himself.]