Hisoka barely refrained from rolling his eyes and nodded, knowing that secrecy was an ingrained Pavlovian response from Urahara. He had a good point anyway. Hisoka pushed up from the bench, making a face at the bloody mess he'd left and went back over to Jou, taking his hand and squeezing lightly. He was almost completely healed.
"C'mon," he said softly. "Let's go to Urahara's to get cleaned up, okay?"