Oh. It would be escape too, wouldn't it? To ask to be unconscious. He couldn't even do it himself.

He turned his face into Yukimura's neck, until his lips were resting against Yukimura's mark. Inside, he crawled as close as he could, wrapped it up in their bond and Yukimura's reassurances. It didn't make him completely free, but like this he could at least rest a bit enough to sag against Yukimura and sigh in something like relief.

Yukimura was here, he was fine. Mamechiho cared for him, it was something he hadn't known before, that she'd refused others but he, Yukimura and Kanae. Together.