Son of a bitch.

Hidden from Genma's view, Raidou's lips skinned away from his teeth. Seal-covered bandages pulled, creasing as blistered flesh moved beneath them. Pain tore into his face. He stifled a yell, left hand clenching in the rumpled sheets, and dropped back down to the mattress. For the first time, his fingers jerked away from Genma's throat.

Raidou was worried about you. Like he was on Hiro's side. Like he'd just roll over and let the little bastard use his name as a way to worm into Genma's good graces. Like he'd see that milk-eyed, tight-faced look and back down--

To stop Genma panicking.

Raidou's eyes squeezed closed. Genma's voice lifted with alarm.

"It's okay, fearless," he rasped, hating himself. "Intel--just want to ask some questions."