Now that permission's been granted -- now that they're just into negotiating the details -- it's a visible weight off Gojyo's shoulders. He slumps against the opposite wall, hands fisted into his pants pockets, the surly teenager who is too old to run away from home but who tries to anyway.

"I don't want to look at her right now." He can't look away from Asshole for long, eyes tracing the curve of his ear, the line of his jaw, the blank expression on his face. "You do it too, don't you?" he asks, the question clearly meant for Hakkai. "You feel what he feels, him and Ayumu both."