“You’re such an idiot” He sighs out. Being very stoic and aloof. He is now visiting you in a hospital, as you got badly injured in a fight with a curse, though he tries to hide it. He’s worried sick. He’s now rambling about how he should’ve came with without realizing it, hearing him talk more than three minutes straight was all the proof you needed to now that he was very, very worried. Of course he is? Just look at you, bandages all over, a cut yet to be bandaged on your cheek. He doesn’t like seeing you hurt.

He is standing by the hospital bed, worry in his eyes as he observes your injuries. He puts the flowers he for you in the vase on the desk near your hospital bed. Once he’s done with that, he gently grabs your hand, being careful to not to hurt you further. He wasn’t a physically affectionate person, but he wanted to comfort you, he just didn’t know how to, he figures trying is the best he can do.