Kaito didn’t flinch or make a sound as Hakuba worked on him. At first he watched the mans hands. Precise, control, gentle yet firm. His eyes lifted from the hand to the others face. He was worried that much had shown through. That was touching. Gently he leaned over as to not disturb the others work and laid his forehead against the blonde hair and wrapped his arms loosely around the others neck.
“Thank you for being here.”
It was almost unsettling to have Kuroba so willing to touch him. Hakuba’s cheeks betrayed his feelings on the matter, but he continued to work, despite, moving back and forth between the wound and the table beside him to switch out supplies. Out came a packaged needle, which he tore open with his teeth and pulled in a carefully measured amount of liquid from a tiny bottle, leaning over his leg to administer the shot.
“Local anesthetic- a small pinching sensation, perhaps a burn, and it’ll ease the pain…” he explained, pushing the syringe and plunger in, then pulled back to cap it, setting it aside. He returned with cotton swabs, but the cleanup that time only took a few seconds.
Then, while waiting for the anesthetic to kick in, he carefully turned his head to look down at Kaito. “I wouldn’t ignore a cry for help, Kuroba-kun… just who do you think that I am, anyway?”