“I’m awake,” is the quiet but immediate answer, Chikusa already shifting back against Ken’s weight at his back. Honestly, he wishes he wasn’t. For all that Ken is a filthy and gross horror of the human race at even the best of times, he’s warm, and Chikusa loves the feel of that pressed up against him.

Still. He’s of the same mind as Ken, for once. Actually sleeping outside of the place they’ve claimed as ‘theirs’, or away from one another or Mukuro, is something he won’t abore. Even exhausted as he is, it’s something that Chikusa can’t truly do. His mind buzzes in quiet paranoia whenever he tries, so all he can really do is sit and close his eyes while his ears strain for every noise.

But Ken’s here, now, and he already feels more secure as he turns his head to look at him. “Come on. Let’s go in.” Some speed from Chikusa, and of course it’s about getting into a bath…