[His gaze is on his face, analyzing it very closely, as if he is looking for some sort of sign. Something telling him that he might be able to persuade him more. But he can see that asking this is difficult enough for Conrad, and so, Kaname concedes, stepping closer, fingers slipping down his arm so that they can curl around his hand. He tugs gently.]
Alright. Just the burns on your back and the infection in your leg. [Not that Conrad asked for the latter. He's sure the bots will take care of it, but contagion's are ugly and he would rather it not worsen to the point of a permanent limp.
He sits next to him on the bed and inclines his face toward his, leaning in like he had before he kissed him.]