The lean into his touch is good. That's a reaction. That's something to show that Ken at least is... aware? But it's nowhere near as much as Ken should react. It's nothing that has ever happened before, nothing that Chikusa has ever had to deal with before. That's always been the basis of their relationship when they really come down to it: that sense of familiarity and stable comfort in a pair of lives that couldn't experience it from anywhere else.
Such a sudden change makes Chikusa freeze up in turn... even if it's only for a moment. It's his first response to everything that's always been to much for him, his brain freezing, leaving the body behind to react appropriately if there's even anything to react to. His eyes try to meet Ken's, frantic, lost. What is he supposed to do here? What can he do? Hakkai isn't there, Axel isn't there, Roy isn't there, they have no one...
Multiple somethings dig into his leg, and it takes a hot second for Chikusa to actually look down in order to see what it is. There's Pookie, still having shoved her way onto his lap, still yelling in distress... and her claws digging in past fabric to hit skin. It's not a bite from Ken, but it's enough to keep his mind tentatively tethered to the current here and now. Drinking in a shaky breath, he lets go of Ken just long enough to pry Pookie from his legs. "Keep an eye on him," he tells the cat, who finally manages to quiet down in favor of a determined nod. Once she's settled on Ken's shoulders, Chikusa quickly reaches down to pick up his partner's hands in his.
"Ken," he says quietly, floundering with his words or even what to do. Maybe all he can do is treat this like their life: a hideout being compromised, them having to clean up the mess, move on. If he can pretend it's like that... he can do something. Maybe. "I'm... going to gather all our things. I'm going to get whatever has been left behind. Okay? Do you want to come with me and help pick things up?" It doesn't sound.... like much, honestly. But he'll try anything to get Ken to react.
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Such a sudden change makes Chikusa freeze up in turn... even if it's only for a moment. It's his first response to everything that's always been to much for him, his brain freezing, leaving the body behind to react appropriately if there's even anything to react to. His eyes try to meet Ken's, frantic, lost. What is he supposed to do here? What can he do? Hakkai isn't there, Axel isn't there, Roy isn't there, they have no one...
Multiple somethings dig into his leg, and it takes a hot second for Chikusa to actually look down in order to see what it is. There's Pookie, still having shoved her way onto his lap, still yelling in distress... and her claws digging in past fabric to hit skin. It's not a bite from Ken, but it's enough to keep his mind tentatively tethered to the current here and now. Drinking in a shaky breath, he lets go of Ken just long enough to pry Pookie from his legs. "Keep an eye on him," he tells the cat, who finally manages to quiet down in favor of a determined nod. Once she's settled on Ken's shoulders, Chikusa quickly reaches down to pick up his partner's hands in his.
"Ken," he says quietly, floundering with his words or even what to do. Maybe all he can do is treat this like their life: a hideout being compromised, them having to clean up the mess, move on. If he can pretend it's like that... he can do something. Maybe. "I'm... going to gather all our things. I'm going to get whatever has been left behind. Okay? Do you want to come with me and help pick things up?" It doesn't sound.... like much, honestly. But he'll try anything to get Ken to react.