At least he's out of the way. Chikusa can argue with him so long as he's working at the same time. Sighing, he slouches his way back over to the meat, socks squeaking against the floor. "That's if you feel any guilt for it," he says simply, piling some slices onto a plate for ferrying back. "It's a lie to say I don't care... but that's too much complications for a simpler answer."

Meat plate in hand, he glances over to Gojyo. "It doesn't matter if Ken and I are real or not. I like being with him now. That's more important."