The late Behemoth chose to ignore that and only fix the older male with a level stare and the faintest of smiles that said "I'm pretty much immune to your bitching, so save your energy and quit while you're ahead".

Pain, that was all it was, making Kaito be such an incorrigible brat in spite of Akira's offers of aid. Shaking his head he settled himself down on a clear space at the edge of the bed, reaching out to place his fingertips tentatively on the ankle Kaito seemed so focused on. If there was one thing Udou Akira knew it was the sight of someone too proud to admit a weakness to someone they held in a certain regard. He'd done it himself a thousand times. "Here?" the teen inquired, regardless of the fact that he wasn't likely to get a straight answer.

"I'll get you some ice." he mumbled, pushing himself off the bed again after all but a few seconds, not wanting to test and see if it was broken himself for fear of doing any further damage again or prompt undue violence or worse yet - awkward, from the Crocodile.