........Oh hush he's not really all there yet, and won't be for a while. Hell, the weighing debate over things like his ability to remain upright for the next three or four hours and his ability to walk 200 yards without throwing up or passing out again is the only reason he's not arguing more about needing to go back to his room; at least hiding out until he's up to moving will net him more dignity than being stubborn and ending up getting carried. Maybe. Sort-of. Screw it. Moving sucks.

Pants, however, probably are actually a good idea to fix anyway, even if he's not going to be trying to get back to his room just yet. And even if it ends up being more "pull under blanket and put on" than something more normal and involved.

Not that it mattered much, since shortly after that was a wad of detective too aftereffect-hungover to care that he was basically being a blanketwad on the couch of someone he knew better than to seriously trust very far. Still, it wasn't like there'd be any reason for Mukuro to DO ANYTHING to him, seeing as how Mukuro'd been quite persistent in trying to convince Saguru of his good graces and it'd be more to his advantage for - whatever he was plotting to "play nice" at a time like this.

It was a very muffled and bleary sort of comment that came out of the blanket."You really are invested in this one, aren't you?"