[ Mako swings his feet over the edge of the bed and is oddly glad for the solid ground. Like it wasn't going to be there? There's nothing rational about that fear.

He scowls at both himself and his companion, scanning the dim room for the shadowed shapes of furniture looming out of corners. ]

It's not as unlikely as you think. There's usually some way out, we just have to do something ridiculous and complicated first.

[ If you talk in a calm voice, you'll calm down, right? Mako's hair is entirely on end, his breathing coming a little faster than he'd like it to as he shifts up, bringing him way to close to Chikai. Their hands brush as he stands, and something settles in Mako—this is a good person, he can trust this person. Obviously. His shoulders relax very slightly. ]