[...Right. He's supposed to be the one finding Denji next time. He had said it partially to coax him down, to try and convince him of something he's still not sure he will accept, even after Aki is gone. But for now he nods, leaning against Denji when he pulls in close to take in his scent. It's a strange feeling - but he gets it. Because he wants to remember this smell, too.]

I won't.

[Even if it was a promise he made without thinking he could accomplish it, even if he knows he might eventually lose himself the more of Gun he consumes... He's sure he won't forget that promise. He raises his head and shuts off the water, briefly pushing Denji's hair aside like he's trying to fix it, keep it a little bit neater. An impossible goal, so instead he leans in and presses a brief kiss to his temple.]

Come on. Let's get these sheets in the wash. [He motions for him to get up. His knee hurts from balancing him.]