Kenren met Homura's gaze seriously and nodded. "Yeah, it's looking that way," he said, weariness becoming obvious in his voice now that Itachi had left. "It isn't the same as what you and Okita went through last night. Tonight it's the Special Counselling. They take a bunch of patients and brainwash them, give them their powers back and make them pawns of the Institute for the night. They'll attack other patients, try to keep them from where they're attempting to go." For some people, that could be just as damaging as being experimented upon, he was sure.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair and then stopped dead when Homura spoke. Aw hell. What was he doing? There were plenty of things that Kenren would normally have done to ease his frustration; drinking which was impossible, fighting which was possible but annoying when he couldn't shoot it into oblivion and when he needed to take care of Homura, and fucking which... well, just wasn't exactly on the cards right now.

Damn it. He looked back up at Homura, his expression torn and uncertain. "There is. It just isn't something I can ask for," he said, giving Homura a lopsided smile. Even if he didn't think Homura would mind. He paused, then leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the other god's lips and then leaning his forehead against Homura's. "It's just getting to me." He could feel it sometimes, eroding bits of his self.