"Yeah." Maou slipped his hands in his jeans pockets. He refused to give Urushihara anything less than full eye contact. His expression was thoughtfully mild, but otherwise unreadable.

He was concerned about Urushihara's injuries, but he was leagues more worried of what his friend was thinking. His actions--no, he would call it as it was--beating him into the ground didn't seem to affect the strength of Urushihara's loyalty. But if this created a rift in their friendship, Maou would have to put more of his off-hour time into repairing it than he could afford! Literally!

Maou also really wanted to keep their friendship.

He canted his head down the road before heading onward, not chancing a single glance to the evil behind them. They took a train to Sasazuka in relative silence, Maou remaining overly conscious of the space between them for the entirety of the journey. As he planned to do until Urushihara could look at him without looking like he expected a blow. Or, well, he'd accept it being less often, at least. Baby steps.

Before Maou could accomplish any of that, though, they had to walk back to the apartment. Rather than taking his usual route home, however, Maou led them down a dark alley.