[If the mansion is still standing Chuuya will be happy, but even if it isn’t, at least a lot of the other refugees made it out alive. Buildings can be replaced, lives not so much.

Chuuya rinses the rest of the grime from his hair, already feeling much lighter than before. It was like the dragon’s blood was a poison threatening to seep through his skin, and he’s glad to see it go. The warm water helps wash away a bit of the tension in his muscles as well, which results in Chuuya’s limbs feeling all noodly, but at least he’s still standing.]

Got it.

[Once Chuuya wets Atsushi’s hair he lathers it up with shampoo, working his fingers through the short, choppy pieces of hair as well as the long bit in the front until he gets down to Atsushi’s scalp. Just as Atsushi did for him, Chuuya starts massaging his scalp in slow little circles, making sure to wash every inch.]

True.

[Chuuya has no shame in his nudity, especially not now.]

...I’m glad you asked me to live in the mansion with you and Dylas. You didn’t even know me that well when you asked.