Ken is home, medicated, and asleep. I suppose I will have to refrain from strangling him until he is once again conscious. Though admittedly, his current state would make it easier for me to chain him to his own bed and--
And I do not know.
Something is very wrong with Ken, but I have not the empathic skills to make him tell me what it is. Nor, for that matter, to take care of him. Aya-chan could have, but I am not her. I will never be her.
It occurs to me that I knew virtually nothing about Ken. Now, at least, I know one more thing: he lives closer to pain than Youji or Omi.