Love:
Kyo could never fully get used to the love that flooded Tohru's eyes whenever she saw him. It was always there, he supposed, and she never failed to show it in some way that was easy for him to recognize. Sometimes it was soft, almost faint, so as to not startle him so suddenly when he looked into her eyes. Sometimes, though, she couldn't help the amount of emotion, so she instead let the full effect reach a point where everybody else could see.
At this moment it was aimed towards him and Yuki, and within seconds she was before them, tears in her eyes, asking how the two of them were. Her wrist was in a brace, and behind her Shigure was sleeping contently in a hospital bed. Kyo was relieved to see that they looked as though they were in pretty good shape. Shaken up, sure, but no worse for the wear.
"Calm down." He told her once he looked over the room one last time. He affectionately placed on hand on her head, and she stilled almost instantly. "You'll get yourself sick if you worry too much. We're all fine."
Yuki's comforting words came a moment later. His soft tones and gentle gaze set Tohru at ease enough to coax out a smile. For that Kyo was thankful. If there was one thing Yuki was good for, it was his people skills. He knew how to calm people down and settle their nerves. Not that Kyo would ever tell him that. He would barely even recognize it in his mind.
"Kyo," Tohru's voice broke through his temporary daze. He looked and saw her curiously staring down at his arm. "Who wrapped up your arm?"
Kyo looked down at the white bandages tightly coiled around said body part. He tried not to smile, and was proud of himself when his face remained neutral. "A detective on the scene."
"Oh, did he see the accident?"
The redhead nodded and led the brunette to a nearby chair. As he settled it next to Shigure's bed, he decided against telling her that the accident had in no way been unintentional. Not right at that moment. He might make mention of it later when they were all feeling better, ninety percent at least, and only then only in the most casual of manners so as to not upset her.
Minutes later all three of them were seated around Shigure's bed. The son of a gun was still soundly asleep, and the teenagers were about to follow his example. Kyo was the final one to nod off, watching the clock and listening for any signs of danger looming around the corner. It was, but the last thought in his head was not about the accident that had occurred earlier on that day.
It was on how his arm was not even throbbing anymore.