He sits by your hospital bed with his hands doing small motions with yours—intertwining your fingers together, repeat. His expression remained neutral as he does so.

Despite your stab wound, you managed to fight off the hoards of Moebius members that came your way, and made sure no passersby were hurt.

Though he couldn't help but felt shaken on how deep the wound was, and how he wasn't there to help. Instead, you had to walk to his house, then faint in his arms from blood loss.