Obediently enough, as he has all the other times either as Ciro or Chikusa, he accepts the mug and goes along with how that hand guides him away from others. Immediately, he shakes his head slightly.

"He's important to Chikusa.... to me." Now that one of the most important people in his life is around, it doesn't feel as strange to commit himself to one name over the other. There's no more confusion swirling in his head, thick as nausea. "I want to run out and find him right away..."

The 'but' there is unspoken but present. Not only is the curfew in effect, but, more importantly in his mind, he doesn't even know who he's looking for.