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Kaito memorised it as a good thing that Hakuba apparently didn’t look forward, but yet seemed ready to get through all this. It was a sign that the detective wasn’t going down the road of accepting all the pain or even thinking he deserved it and chances also were very high for him not to be whiny and render the whole therapy inefficient because he wouldn’t go and challenge himself. So, Hakuba turned out to be a promising patient so far.
The therapist answered with a loopsided grin that made him look more than a little mischieveous. “I’ll be happy if you talk to me about the pain and what bothers you. Especially if it increases or decreases during anything I do or ask you to do, none of your comments will be stupid to me, even if you might feel silly at first. But, I’m being honest with you, because I know you can take it. I’m not too fond of people whining for compassion or attention. You already have both from my side, just as much as admiration, actually, for taking this road instead of the easy one of accepting a ‘fate’.” Then he turned around to go and disinfect his hands properly. “Complaining is fine though and perfectly understandable.”

“I need you to take off your shoes, socks and the trousers. If you feel uncomfortable just in your underwear I can give you a towel and I’ll have a cover ready if you’re getting cold. But I need full view on your injuries.” The room though was an appropriate temperature for Kaito to wear short sleeves all the time, so patients wouldn’t get cold too fast.

While everything so far had been more or less standard and what Hakuba was used to, and the compliments appreciated, it struck him only after the fact that he was going to have to get undressed in front of his old classmate. He hesitated, immediately squinting to look over at Kaito with an expression of, well, horror. 

“Shoes, socks, and trousers,” he repeated, then let out a sigh as he glanced down at his offending leg again. “All right…” Hakuba knew it was necessary, but that fact didn’t really do anything for his sudden dread. As if being poked and prodded weren’t enough… He’d had a crush on the man in high school, for god’s sake. Huff.

“I do get to keep my shirt on, at least, right…?” Although his question was hopeful in tone, the detective was anything but as he carefully maneuvered himself to sit on the side of the table again, doing anything he could to avoid additional pain in the movements.