Hayate offered a little polite smile. "No problem," he answered, softly. He lingered a moment, watching the other, but he seemed fine now, if worn out.

Hayate thought he'd seen the dark-haired man around headquarters before. A moment's thought recalled him as the one that usually lingered around front desks when the lady secretaries were on shift. There tended to be a lot of laughter and not much work done when he dropped by. Despite recognizing him, Hayate still couldn't pull up a name. Just an older agent, with an enviable way of flirting with the ladies. Apparently, he was also fresh off medical leave. Hayate filed that away with the rest of his scant knowledge, and met dark eyes a moment before he looked away.

"You should be more careful, senpai," he offered. "It would be bad if you reopened a wound."

He kept his tone quiet, hoping he didn't sound overly presumptuous. He didn't see anything obvious....but clothes could hide a great deal, and wounds didn't always have to be large or obvious to be serious.

"If you're okay then..." He trailed off, and half turned. It was rude to just leave but he didn't want to bother the man further.