Don't hide things like that from me. [He meant it to be chiding, to scold Tamaki. But it came out more like a quiet sigh as his fingers double checked the bindings. They had to be secure without being too tight, and he had little practice doing this. He knew the theory well enough, but the implementation was another matter all together.

He'd have to change them in a few hours, but he would do it without complaint.] Wounds like that can get infected really easily, and we don't have the supplies here to fight that.

[It wasn't easy with Tamaki. Neither of them were rarely quiet and sincere. Certainly, Tamaki was always more sincere than he was, but there was always an element of the showman. Of someone who exaggerated everything but did not lie, so it was hard to say how deeply he truly felt about something most of the time. Kyouya did the opposite. He reacted so little, usually, and often only with a teasing insult that hinted at fondness under the surface.

But now, his voice was very quiet, and even as he tried to sound teasing, there was a little too much everything in his tone.]

If you get sick because of an injury, that makes it my fault, okay? So don't hide them from me.