[At that question, Eichi is silent for a moment, his thin smile brushing against the side of Wataru's arm as he ducks to tuck himself closer. His slender fingers brush down the magician's chest, over any bandages. There's a nurse in the hall peeking over the guard's shoulder in alarm at Eichi's heart monitor— but seeing how he's well enough to be fully in Wataru's bed, she's more occupied on looking a little flustered. The guard waves her off.]

I believe... that it's nothing that we should dwell on. I don't want to upset you any more than this. [Carefully, his fingers dance back up and find some of Wataru's hair. Mm...]

I'm sorry. It seems that becoming involved with me has caused you more problems than not.