Mikado didn't make a noise as Masaomi caught himself on his bad shoulder. He just tried to steady his friend. He felt sort of numb all over, and in a bit he knew he'd probably be sick when he reflected on everything. He was too selfishly relieved to have Masaomi alive and talking and moving to give a damn though, at least at the moment.

"Yes." He steadied Masaomi, no real remorse or regret in his voice, but he didn't sound pleased either. Just tired. The relief of Masaomi being alive was overwhelming.

"Come on. We need to go."