He hesitates for a long moment, eyes glittering suspiciously as he looks up at Koumyou. He doesn't-- he shouldn't-- he should-- His thoughts tangle together incomprehensibly in his mind, trauma and fear and exhaustion all exacerbating his indecision.

--Oh, fuck it. He has to know. He takes his fiance's hand and lets Koumyou help him up. "Okay," he says, and leads the way out of the bedroom.