"I told you, I was SERIOUS about that. I just glanced at the damn comment and replied. I'm not fucking perfect!"
Sighing in exasperation, Ran threw his hands in the air in surrender and sank down onto the sand, letting himself fall backward to stare at the sky. "I never said I thought of you in that way. What makes you think I'd want a replacement anyway? I'm perfectly fine on my own, thanks." He raised his hand up in front of his face, studying the blood on his glove and the splatters on his forearm. "...and for the record, you knew I wasn't feeling well when you set foot in my room that time."
The last question went completely unanswered. Ran would leave it up to Ken whether to stick around or not.