The crash of Gojyo hitting the floor brings Hakkai out of the chair to his feet, ready to lash out before he even remembers where he is. The light's almost gone, twilight gloom settling heavily across the tangled sheets and bulking furniture. They must have been asleep for hours.

"Gojyo?" He stoops, reaching out for Gojyo's shoulder among the welter of sheets that had followed him to the floor. A nightmare? Or had he woken in the same confusion he'd gone to sleep in?

And what had they done to him -- Hakkai's mind supplies a thousand dark what-ifs, breathing a chill down his neck, and his expression closes blankly down. No, he's not thinking about any of that until Gojyo's recovered enough to hint at who was responsible.

More to lighten his own mood than Gojyo's, he adds, "You didn't fall on your head, I hope? It's only just healed from last time."