BIANCHI DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOUR OR HAYATO'S SPACE BUBBLES. EVER. YOU'RE FAMILY. SUCK IT UP RYUUTARO.

Hayato opened his eyes and let out a sigh... the phantom pain and nausea fading away.

"Yeah, I'm alright... thanks..."

He smiles and pushes himself up enough to prop on his elbows.... Ryuutaro's make-up was smudged from the crying... he could even see traces of pink on the boy's hands from wiping away the tears. It broke his heart that he had caused Ryuutaro so much pain... but at the same time... he had never had someone cry for him before... he was touched. He reached out to takes Ryuutaro's small, soft hand and gives it a squeeze. They had made it... Ryuutaro must have been scared, hell knows Hayato was. But now they were together again, and alone. It was a calm peaceful moment, just relishing in the fact that Ryuutaro was there, that is until he notices the bloody state of Ryuutaro's clothes.

"Hey... I got an old yukata in my room... it's nothin' fancy... but it should hold you over until yours are cleaned..."