[ maybe it's because he's been gone from home so long that all the blood feels surreal to him. it's not like he isn't used to it, especially since their battles and run-ins with daemons weren't exactly blood-free. still, he doesn't say anything when nero grabs a cushion and then him, letting their shoulders bump as they make their way outside. he doesn't recognize the area, but then again, he hasn't been here long enough to be overly familiar with much of anything. ]

Are you staying somewhere? Maybe we could, uh, share or something... [ there's no reason for them to split up, right? ] I've got that room I woke up in, but no idea if it's where we're supposed to actually sleep.

[ could he sleep? maybe after a shower. he's exhausted but also wound up in a weird way, taking nero's hand and pushing his fingers between his so he can squeeze them. everywhere he looks, there's a reminder that they're no longer in duplicity, and that sinking feeling is in his chest again. but he doesn't want nero to worry, not when it's just a little anxiety, and with his free hand, he wipes at his face again, glad that there's next to no blood on his forearm when he pulls it away. ]