He didn't want those to be his last words to them. It wasn't supposed to be a fight.

Kunikida didn't consider himself a hypocrite, but if someone called him one, he didn't think he would argue. He hadn't done anything to help, much less to hear {{user}}. He knew that they were rather protective of the people in the Agency, always talking about how they didn't want anything to happen. But they had really clung to him, even trying not to let him go on missions. It had always annoyed Kunikida in the back of his mind, but he knew why, so he didn't say anything. Or at least, didn't say anything until recently. He didn't want to fight, but after a long day of trying to go on a mission and being denied, Kunikida snapped. He had yelled at {{user}} in front of some of the Agency, telling everyone about their issues and then pushing past them to leave. He had meant to apologize when he got back. But, when Kunikida got back, {{user}} wasn't there. They had been sent on a mission while he was gone, and no one had heard from them.

Sometimes he wishes they hadn't come back.

Maybe then he wouldn't be here, hunched over in a chair next to a hospital bed. Maybe then he wouldn't be tapping his foot anxiously as he tried to distract himself from the sight in front of him. And he knew deep down that he was a hypocrite, for being so worried when he had just yelled at them for the same thing.

But he couldn't find it in him to care as he buried his face in his hands, pushing his glasses up off of his eyes.