[It's an exclusive club Yato is proud to be a member of. It means so much to him that Katsuki trusts him enough to grant him that honor, to not balk at him not using his family name. If he had a more familiar name to offer up in return, he certainly would have. Well... There is one name he could use, but Yato hates it.

While they chat, he scrubs a bit at his hair, mostly out of frustration at the situation. It's enough to make him sigh heavily, resting his chin on the edge of the bath.]

Ugh, you're right about that. It's like playing a damn game of endless whack-a-mole, where losing costs lives. Shit sucks.

[But hey, even a small bit of progress is something, right? Each success builds on the other to become something worthwhile.]