"Hey..." Shun barely had it in him to approach Hyoga at that point – and still, he had to. It was his fault, after all, and therefore the very least he could do was to tend to his friend's injuries. Ice bag and gauze in hand, though, he couldn't even face the blonde properly; even his voice faltered. "I'm... I'm so sorry. Thought you could, uh. You know. Use some help."
“Why are you saying you’re sorry, Зайка?” He followed the sounds of Shun’s steps and his voice, for he wasn’t really seeing anything with his only good eye swollen purple. Still, even if he couldn’t see the other face he knew exactly which expression Shun might be wearing that moment: guilty and shame and regret.
“It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong.” He reached forward with his hand, trying to see anything through his eye but that small sliver of icy blue among all the purple and red wasn’t really enough to see. “I am sorry.”