I'm Breaking the Tag!! XXDDD
With the pat on his wrist, he could smell the blood without looking at it and winced, grumbling under his breath with the question. "Shut it...God.." that was a little too close for any comfort. What he did in his spare time was usually his own business, but he kept his mouth shut as this was a mixture of business and family, not where he would go on his time off, and definitely not someone he'd pick up in a bar. For fucks' sake it was his boss...the nerve.
Even the laugh seemed a bit much as they walked in, seeing Maiyuki out of the corner of his eyes walking away from the car--without her bags. Fuck, what the hell was he going to do with all that girlish shit? Coughing to clear his tight throat, he got Hideki to the elevator, and used the key to get him up to the penthouse elevator. Still holding onto Hideki, he kept his mouth silent, and the entire time up the long ride in the elevator, he was statuesque quiet.
Once the elevator doors opened to Hideki's, they walked in, and as if the question finally sank in, he answered with a whisper once again. "It's nearly 8, boss." Taking Hideki into the vast bathroom, he flicked on the light with a now bloodied hand and started to help his boss remove his shirt. "I need to see the wound..." was spoken quietly as he undid Hideki's 'best' shirt.
Finally taking in the sight, his eyes blinked a few times and let Hideki lean against the sink, grasping the first aid kit in the cabinet and opening it, ready to sew the fucking gash up...once again, he was playing nurse, and as of recently, it seemed like it was coming often.