The front door opened, and Maou stepped inside with a sigh. "I'm ho--"

Well, the sight before him was familiar. Maou stared a moment at Urushihara's prone body, weighing for a good five seconds how real the threat was, before scrambling to slip off his shoes and rushing to him. Maou dropped to his knees and shook him perhaps rougher than he had to.

"Urushihara!" he shouted. "Was it another photo?! C'mon man, you knew better!!!"

Ashiya's disturbed keening, of course, refrained from taking responsibility.