His wound, it turns out, is embarrassingly superficial—barely needs stitches. The hospital pays more attention to the guy who took the end of Naoto's revolver to the skull.
Yousuke sits under Naoto's gaze and resists squirming.
"This is my fault."
And Yousuke didn't expect that. "Uh, I'm the one who got stabbed here. You saved me. I don't know I'm cut out for this assistant stuff."
"Don't say that!" Naoto snaps. He collects himself: "Don't say that. You've always been serviceable in your role."
And then funny—Naoto looks sheepish.
"I...may not have been completely forthcoming," he says.