[ You didn't say no. That detail doesn't escape him, but he doesn't immediately refute the offer either. Instead he presses his lips together for a moment, brows drawing together, before he reaches for Shouto's hands. To help him back up if he wants, or just to hold; either is fine. ]

It isn't that simple. [ He says it softly, with a quiet sort of certainty. Pale grey eyes open and clear. ]

I don't know how real this is, or how long we're going to be here... so we're going to need to find some money to get clothes and a place to stay while we figure things out. You can't carry me for that.

[ He's speaking gently because he knows exactly how much that is not what he wants to hear right now, but whereas in Trench Allen would usually not push on most matters... this time he's not being swayed. The stakes are too high.

He squeezes his hands gently. ]

We're probably both going to get a little hurt in the process, but that's alright. We can get better later.

[ That's the way of the world here. ]