[The draw down towards the floor, where his shoes are removed, then the draw up where their stares meet again- Chikusa's eyes track him and every little movement he makes. He doesn't need to be told any of this. He'd been burdened with the knowledge of Ken's death, with watching Ken's skin twist horribly with the threat of potentially losing him forever.]
/puts in.... some sort of depressing ass tw
[He knows.]
...If Ken ever left... I'd go too.