"I know," he replied quietly. Almost too much so, those two small words a little tight.
It was almost as though he was able to feel her pain. It practically radiated off of her. In turn, leaving a sense of guilt within him as well. He didn't mean for it; maybe he really shouldn't have said anything. And yet how could he have not? Were he to speak those thoughts she would probably tell him it was just fine to.
He didn't speak again for the moment, even while leading them to the living space. Without Ichiru here, it really didn't matter whether or not they go to his room. Maybe that was for the best, although it wasn't as though that specific place was what reminded him of their shared dream.
He didn't sit just yet. His gaze only upon the couch, yet looking far beyond it.