Kaito glanced down at his bare chest, feeling blood prickle against his neck. Shouldn't the gay guys have to shower in the women's shower or something?

Then he decided it didn't matter and plopped down beside Genma on the bench, one hand still holding onto his towel while he leaned on the other, legs splayed. The towel split along one thigh, but didn't come untucked. "Success. Got back like, midnight three days ago." He frowned. "Two days ago. However that works." He let go of his towel, lifting his hand to scrub it through his still-wet hair. "I've been mostly sleeping, actually. Man, I haven't even gotten to debriefing. They just let me go straight to bed." Did it matter that it had been three days, now? They'd get him up if there was a problem, right? Maybe Natusmi had done it. She seemed like the type to get it all done right away. Or maybe she'd been sleeping for three days, too.

Genma pulling his shirt off dragged Kaito's thoughts back to the present. "Hey, Genma--" He stopped, eyebrows rising. "You look like shit." A blue-black bruise lurked under his skin, stretching from the edge of his ribs to the bony knob of a hip, which was exposed by the sag of ugly maroon sweats. The shadowing crawled along his stomach and, when Kaito leaned back to look, almost to his spine on the other side.

His mother had always told him to be sensitive when you saw someone with wounds like that. "You, uh, decide ducking is for us rookies?" He grinned. Hey, Genma was breathing...