Sanzo glared, he didn't like being called out on the fact he was full of shit. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence and it was equally uncommon that he got pissy about it. So he scowled but he'd already talked himself into starting this conversation, he might as well finish it.

"My point being that there's unneeded strain on both of us, he's fixated on thinking I blame myself for anything. And you know my nightmares have gotten worse." And that, sometimes, it was hard to believe that Koumyou was really alive in the mornings. Several times Sanzo had to be convinced of this, to pull him out of his misplaced misery.

"It might be easier, for him, if he was to stay here, more long term."