He holds tight to me for longer than is seemly, but I can't bring myself to pull away from him. I let him hold onto me for as long as he needs, I owe him significantly more than that but this is what I can offer in this moment. When he finally pulls away, I glance to Kouta for... I'm not sure what reason. He just inclines his head a bit, and I am very aware that Takatora does not know the whole story. He doesn't know about Kouta, and thus, he can't know about me.

I swallow and meet his question with a shrug and avoiding his gaze. "I am fine. I... evaded the worst of the carnage during the... the end." It's certainly one way of putting it.