[He takes a sharp breath in at the touch, not from pain of course -- why would that hurt his other arm? -- but from... He's not sure what. Something in his chest. He didn't give it much thought until now, but he can remember clearly what was on his mind when he was struck down and surrounded by shadow monsters.

Terror and hopelessness, certainly. But for just the barest few seconds, he thought of Hajime up there. The crushing weight of guilt, like he'd failed him. Even more baffling was that it felt so fresh and familiar and almost dreamlike.

Kiyotaka wonders why that is.

Subconsciously, he puts a hand over Hajime's, though he's still too embarrassed to look right at him. As much as he can dole out lectures left and right, he's always had a problem with being on the receiving end, even though he knows full well he deserves it for being a moron.]

Please, don't trouble yourself over it. I'm going to let it heal! But... not being able to do something as simple as carry my own textbooks is so--! It's frustrating!

[Just a little.]