[ "Again". That word is another vice in his stomach that winds too tightly, but he keeps the feeling under lock and key and lets it simmer enough that it doesn't boil over. He detects how her heart beats a loud drum once, in recognition, and then dulls to a steady patter— it's the sound of resignation, not of guilt.

It's an effort to catch himself before he closes his fingers too firmly around Fujino's, but he manages. ]

Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen to you.

[ A promise, not a reassurance. ]

I can't hand you over to the police— they're looking for you. I can make sure that your family stays safe, but you're going to have to...

[ Hn. There's a bit of waffling here, before he makes up his mind. ] ...You're going to have to stay at my place for a bit. Can you do that?