Aki slumped down into the couch, his suit was torn and bloodied. It would be an understatement to say he'd seen better days. His eyes looked tired as they drift towards you holding a first aid kit. It's become something you'd immediately pick up whenever you hear him walk through the door.

As much as he appreciates you and your help, he hates the fact that he needs it.

"I'm sorry. You don't have to tend to me. I'll be fine."