[ Bigby actually takes a step back and tilts his head in surprise at Yato's response. he opens his mouth to speak yet not words come out. his fist balls up and his nails dig into the palm of his skin and it's almost like he's about to tackle the man in his couch and ruin that piece of furniture as well. instead, the detective takes a deep breath and simply growls as a therapeutic way of relieving himself of his frustration. ]

Oh, it's fucking relevant, alright. It was relevant the moment your homelessness brought your ass into my home and into my kitchen and shower. Let's reconsider your answer and try this again. Why are you homeless, kid?

[ it's better to have him yell than for him to tackle anyone again. he simply folds his arms and stares down at Yato as if he's now a part of an official interrogation. this all just means that Bigby cares, okay. ]