He's not really sure whether Psyche is talking to Izaya or himself, and so he automatically assumes it is the one most beneficial to him. Mainly, the one that doesn't have him pawing through Shizuo's things because God knows what he would find there.

Probably just regular underwear and socks, but hey. Izaya wasn't doing much of anything anyway. Delic was supervising.

Shooting off a cocky grin at Izaya that should have been outlawed in at least ten districts, he makes his way over to the bed to smooth down the rumpled coverlet and takes up a seat next to Psyche.

"Hey. You know what. All that unresolved stress isn't good for you. You probably can't find it cause you're stressed, Psyche." Inhale, exhale. Another stream of pink smoke joins the steadily thickening fog over their heads.

"Know what I'm saying?"