For the most part, Chikusa has been quiet while letting Makoto guard the door. While their relationship is still a strange one to him, that much is probably an idea for the better. You never know what kind of people end up in their group, after all. So he leaves him some tea and then leaves him alone.

That much remains true when their outfits suddenly change, weaponry fitting into their hands neatly. Chikusa, from his spot across the room, seems mostly apathetic to it, instead preferring to flick through the app. If Makoto checks, he'll probably even see his responses to a couple of people.

But....

At one point, the boy goes absolutely still, expression hard to read as he looks over the app with a bowed head before hastily going to hide in the hallway leading to his room. He doesn't come back for a couple of minutes and, when he does, he lingers awkwardly as he looks over in Makoto's direction.

Ciro's memories.... tell him of an older brother he was able to go to, to confide in, even if in recent years teenage feelings had made him a little more reserved in what he shared. Such a thing is foreign to Chikusa, and yet he can't say he'd hated it. So he just lingers and.... stares, unsure of what to do.

Don't mind if his eyes are a little red, this is fine, he's fine.