Garu's shoulders lifted slightly between each heavy breath. He kept his blade sturdy, frowning deeper at Tobe's lack of reaction. Tobe looked to the floor, rubbing his face and arm. Damn that hurt. He was in no mood or condition to have fought back like that. But he couldn't let Garu take the upper hand of the situation right off the bat. Of course, it still resulted in his defeat. But his ignorance overpowered any sense of his logic. Tobe breathed heavy, glaring up at his subject. Garu's expression faltered between thoughts as he saw Tobe's features. Heck, it looked like Tobe had already been beaten up. There was no need for anything else in addition. Even so, Garu kept alert, ready to spring back into action at any moment. Tobe slowly stood; groaning lightly.

"No chance to let me explain the situation. But please! Do attempt to kill me on sight again!"

The confusion and hesitant look on Garu's face made it obvious he wasn't keen on anything Tobe may have had to say. There couldn't be a single excuse he could use that would make this breaking and entering acceptable. Well... It was more like opening and walking. But it sounded less dramatic that way. Tobe continued to glare; glancing down at the blade. He lifted his hand, placing it on the top flat edge of the blade and gently pushed it down. Garu slowly lowered it as well.

"I am not here by choice, Garu. But it would take an idiot not to realize the conditions out there..."

He paused for a moment to clear his throat.

"I am no idiot! I'm here aren't I? I'm here for your shelter. I'd rather you be dead in the other room. Give time for the storm to pass, and I'll be on my way-"

Garu suddenly swung the blade back up, pressing the flat edge on Tobe's face. Tobe froze, slightly lifting his hands in defense. Garu used the sword to tilt Tobe's head to the right; observing his condition. Frostbitten, wounded, repulsive. Well, one of those was normal for him. Garu nodded quickly and put the sword back in its holder. He walked past Tobe and into the halls. Tobe remained still, only glancing over his shoulder as he watched Garu leave.

"What? So... We're cool? Is this the silent treatment?"

Garu leaned out from around the corner, pointing to the couch. Tobe looked over.

"Oh, uh. Yes. Of course! Um... I'll just be... Seating myself here then."

Garu nodded again and left. Tobe swallowed lightly and went over, taking a seat. It felt rude to be sitting on someone's furniture while his clothes were still wet. But hey, "rude" was practically his middle name. He let out a deep breath and leaned back. He may have even began to doze off if it wasn't for the clattering sound of Garu entering the room once more. Tobe quickly sat up at the sound. Garu entered with a basket in his hand. Containing many different types of supplies at that. Tobe made a face.

"I am in no need of mending. If you wish for me to wash up I can do it myself."

Garu rolled his eyes and took out a bottle of disinfectant along with a soft rag. Tobe clenched his fist.

"We're you even listening? I am perfectly capable of-"

Garu slapped the rag on Tobe's face and began gently rubbing away the grime. Oh how it burned. Tobe retreated shortly after.

"Hey! I don't want any of that-"

Garu quickly jolted forward, putting it on his face again while forcing him to stay put. Tobe tossed and turned but Garu had quite the grip on his neck. It took longer than it should have but eventually the old blood was cleaned off and his wounds were already looking better. Garu let go and went back to the basket. He set the rag to the side and dug through, eventually pulling out a roll of gauze. He tore it into patches and grabbed the tape. Tobe already knew what was coming up next but the worst was over. Garu set the gauze on the couch and tore off a strip of tape. He prepared it and began reaching towards Tobe's face again. Tobe quickly gestured up his hand.

"I can take it from here."

Garu hesitated but eventually handed it over. Tobe felt around his face a bit before carefully pasting the gauze patches on his wounds. Garu observed, as if Tobe couldn't take care of himself. One might find it strange to see an enemy being nice to the other. However in this case it was good versus evil. Garu, regardless of his feelings towards his enemy, was still good. It was devastating and made Tobe sick. Sick to even think about it more or less be a victim of it. He finished covering the areas on his face and glanced up.

"Is that all? Can we stop with the touching now?"

Garu rubbed his chin in thought, glancing over to get a look at Tobe's ears. He then looked down at his hands. Tobe knew what he was looking at and quickly tucked his fingers in his lap. Garu groaned in suspicion. Tobe shifted uncomfortably before breaking. He gestured his hands up.

"What?! It's just a bit of frostbite! There's no need to take further action on it! I'll be fine!"

Garu shook his head and shrugged as he gathered the rest of the supplies; making his way out the room. Tobe crossed his arms and looked away. He refused to be forced into anymore decisions he didn't wish to make. Sure he barged into Garu's home unexpectedly... But that didn't mean Garu could control him! No... From now on the main objective was to avoid anymore situations of contact and to simply focus on waiting out the weather. Tobe attempted to clench his fists but found it to be rather difficult. He looked down at his hands; seeing that the tips of his fingers were a bit darker than the rest. They throbbed and still felt chilled. There was no way his pride would let him ask for anymore help. He was on his own for this one. Tobe stood, which was also quite difficult, and made his way to the hall. He dragged and limped with each step. Garu's restroom was the second door on the right. That much he knew. He made his way to the bathroom and flipped on the light; nearly losing breath at the sight before him. His face... Bruised and blue. Touching it with his fingertips made it all the more miserable to look at. He looked... Broken. His hair down in a mess, gauze to hold up his features, and a sense of vulnerability in his complexion. Tears came to the edges of his eyes at such consideration. He didn't wish to look at this any longer.

With a quick motion, Tobe turned on the sink and unknowingly put his hand under its stream. Broiling... Or at least that's how it felt. The water was already heated up by the time he used the sink. And severe heat on severe cold was certainly NOT the correct way to go about the situation. It took Tobe less than a second to retreat his hand and cry out from the sensation. He collapsed to his knees, clenching his hands above him. Anger... Rage... Wrath... Why? Why did he have to be here? Why did he have to be humiliated like that? Showing up weak. Losing an easy battle. Having to be "taken care of". Tobe grit his teeth and shut his eyes tightly, pushing out a clean flow of tears over all this oppression. It didn't take long for Garu to come bolting around the corner. Seeing the situation made it quite easy to understand. He leaned over and turned off the water. Tobe quickly opened his eyes and stood. He pointed in accusation.

"You! Do you find some kind of amusement in all of this? Thinking that because your enemy is weak, you can treat them like a child?"

It was obvious the only person Tobe had to be upset with was himself. But facing his own problems was not something he wanted to add on to his already growing pile of troubles. It was better to make it someone else's problem. And no ninjas meant it had to be Garu. The innocent vigilante that brought forth nothing but help. Tobe slowly lowered his hand at the sight of Garu's lack of reaction. He remained with his arms crossed, sternly listening to everything Tobe had to say and was clearly unamused. Tobe swallowed lightly and let his expression lose its tension. He groaned and grit his teeth once more, pushing past Garu and angrily making his way back to the living room. He stomped, regardless of how much it pained him. His tantrum was more important than his physical well being. He let himself fall back on the couch; crossing his arms and keeping his head low. There wasn't anything he wouldn't give to have this storm pass. No warmth was worth this torture. Nothing was worth this! Perhaps he was overexageratting but that didn't matter! He would pout all he wanted! At least he had control over that…

It wasn't long till Garu entered the room begrudgingly; carrying a small tub of water. He set it on the ground, glaring at his subject. Tobe glanced over at the tub, then at Garu. He looked away once more as Garu pushed it closer with his foot. 'Oh... great...' Tobe thought as he realized he had no choice but to give in to the medical aid once more. He wanted the help… But he would never admit it. Garu crossed his arms and waited in patience. Tobe couldn't help but keep looking over. He knew Garu's ability to wait was much greater than his. That being said, Tobe slowly removed his shoes that were wrapped tightly around his ankle and flexed his foot. he cringed slightly at the sensation before slipping off his socks as well. The tips of his toes were dark as well. He looked to Garu, who only gestured to the tub with his head. Tobe pulled up his pants legs and dipped his feet in the lukewarm therapy. Garu took the rag that was draped over the tub's edge and wrung it out a bit. He handed it to Tobe, who took it with befuddlement.

"Ah… Um… Okay?"

Garu rolled his eyes and snatched it out of his hand, soon sitting beside him and carefully going over the edge of Tobe's ear. Tobe could feel himself cringe with a shiver down his spine. He quickly took it back.

"Yeah, I got it! I got it!"

Garu tsked and got up, heading out of the room to find other necessities. Tobe groaned and began attending to himself; reducing the sting of the ice burns. He suddenly felt less comfortable. But it wasn't anything he could target. It was then that he vowed to himself… The moment his state of being was well, he would strike! But the sight of Garu entering with blankets and a pillow made it obvious that this night would be a lot longer than he had hoped...