This time, Harry wasn't staring at the white-cloaked thief. In fact, his eyes were closed, as he muttered something under his breath. He had fallen asleep while waiting for Kid to appear. Kid walked over to the couch that Harry was sleeping on, watching the peaceful and serene expression on the wizard's face. The day previous, Kid had sent a dove with a message, a warning of arrival, around ten at night-for Wales, of course, as that was where Potter Manor was located.
After receiving the message, Harry (and Hedwig Junior) let the dove-named Michi-chan, according to Kaito's message, rest, drink water, and have some bird food before sending her back to Japan.
A soft look appeared in Kid's indigo eyes as he saw the sleeping wizard, and without thinking, he scooped the slumbering, black-haired twenty-one year old into his arms, carrying him easily, all the while thinking of how light Harry was. It seemed bad for Harry to be so light, and seemingly so...fragile.
Suddenly, Kid stopped. Part of Harry's shirt had rode upwards in his sleep, showing a scar across his admittedly fit stomach, looking like it'd been carved in. A single, yet horrendous word.
Freak.
Fury filled Kid's mind, and he wanted to shake the wizard awake and interrogate him of who had done this to him. Who would dare mark what was his. Then he cut himself off. Did he just think of Harry, think of the wizard, as his property?
Shaking off his thoughts, Kid carried Harry into the Harry's bedroom, before carefully depositing the peacefully sleeping, blissfully unaware of the intruder, Harry, onto his bed, and mindlessly tucking the wizard in.
Hesitating slightly, Kid bent down and brushed his lips against Harry's forehead.
"Good night, Harry." He whispered, before with a snap of his fingers, the lights turned off, and the phantom thief left the room, heading downstairs to wait for the wizard to awaken.