"The others would have given you worse," he pointed out. Sanzo was far more violent than Hakkai was; it didn't seem to bother him the same way. Doubtfully, he approached the closet and looked inside. Well, it seemed to work. He brought the ashtray back and set it on the nightstand next to Gojyo without a word of complaint. It was almost nice to smell his cigarettes again, after being worried about him for days and saying nothing.
He looked around the room and reflected that it felt lonely, having his own room again. How long had it been since he'd lived alone? But he wouldn't say anything; it might be troublesome for Gojyo if he asked to share.