He fell asleep counting the space between their breaths, and woke when there was nothing to reset. The bed was still heavy beside him, sheets pulled to the right, but silent. He held his breath. Nothing. Just cold recognition. There had been no hope. Not with a wound like that and the refusal to see a doctor. He’d done what he could and held him to wait out the night. Kaito hadn’t even lasted that long. 05:12:33. The watch draped the monocle and the detective curled closer, choking back a sob.