Kaito exhales in a ghost of a sigh, but patiently holds out his arm, sleeve already rolled up and out of the way. "C'mon, drink," he insists calmly, beckoning. "You know it'll only get worse if you don't. I trust you, it's fine, I promise."
“...I can’t...Kaito, I can’t.” Don’t offer him that kind of thing...! “You shouldn’t trust me right now.” He’ll be able to hold back to an extent, he’s sure of it, but he can’t take his--Kaito’s, blood. He cares too much about you, idiot... “I’ll find something...I’m sorry...” That he needs blood, that he can’t accept your help, that he’s...
...like this.












