Haruto doesn't even dignify that with a response, carefully making sure the carafe isn't going to get knocked over when Nitoh inevitably works his way into the kitchen.

"Wish you'd brought the flashlight," Haruto comments; he'd thought about buying one, recently, but he'd eschewed it in favor of another pillow (so he had something to throw at Nitoh, if necessary). "I'm in the kitchen doorway," he says, moving towards it slowly. He has a fairly good sense of how the apartment is laid out, after this long. Enough that he's no tripping all over everything, anyway.