Psyche sits up with a squint to his eyes. That thing about stress might have resonated within him. Maybe. Before Psyche realizes it, the squint is gone and whatever epiphany he was about to have was lost. He just looks up to Delic, his last hope in this apartment filled with everything except what he's looking for, and asks, "really?"

He jumps off the bed and snatches Izaya's sleeve, attempting to herd him close to Delic. "Wait! Not yet! I think Delic might be right. Iza-chan is really stressed too, right?"

Psyche changes his glance back to Delic, this time fixed with a sort of acceptance and eagerness to give the advice a try. "Iza-chan will deny it but I know he's stressed!"