◣ better ◥ :

    He’s not sure how to respond to her thanks, but gives a small, awkward nod in acknowledgement– did she really need to thank him for something like that, anyway? She was the one who ought to be thanked profoundly, what with the fact if she hadn’t been here Chuuya would’ve had to do this sorta thing himself. Well, if he didn’t bleed out & die before he could bring himself to.

    Chuuya furrows his brows slightly– because sure, she wasn’t physically damaged, but wouldn’t it be just a little discomforting to have to perform such a daunting task as a kid - ? It’s difficult to suppress the look of concern lingering on his face, but he shrugs it off.

    Kouyou sure had been training her well, at least. At times he pondered if it was alright for kids to be “trained” in the first place, but for those with no place to go… it’s for the best, right ? At least, that’s what he’d told himself all this time. Him and– “ Ah, thanks. ”

    Taking hold of the gun, he takes it upon himself to re-load before peering down to the object in his hold. It still weighs heavy on his mind. In the end, was there any alternate route the two of them could have taken? No, the three– four of them. Could things have been different for Kyouka, had her parents survived? Or were they all always destined to end up here?

    “ Hey… are you happy? ” 

◣ ✿ ◥ Well, with that over, she may as well get to finishing with clean-up. The towels and futon would take more effort, but the former could be thrown out and the latter could be dealt with when its resident felt up to moving again. Kyouka would rather avoid anything that led to being scolded, so even if the situation was reasonable, the lack of effort to tidy up afterwards was not.

She had just begun to gather up the remaining items when he spoke again, at which she turned to stare at him. Ah, what an odd question to ask someone he hardly knew, even disregarding their circumstances–being in the mafia, for one. The happiness of anyone who joined such an organisation had to be doubtful at best from how she saw it.

While she could be honest and say no, she didn’t want to open up any sort of discussion into her emotions, albeit answering the question in any manner would probably accomplish that. Maybe if she ignored it altogether, he’d drop the subject. She could hope, at least.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” she inquired as though the idea just occurred to her. He didn’t seem to be bleeding from anywhere, but that wasn’t any sort of guarantee of safety. After glancing over his body, she reached up to touch his forehead–maybe he was feverish too? Lightheaded? Blood loss could have a lot of nasty side effects, after all. Well, at least he didn’t feel feverish.

And yes, she was trying to imply that it was a dumb question.