Adjusting his coat, Ritsuka didn't look at Soubi at first. He was too busy thinking of what the intercom had said, where the Head Doctor could have gone, and what he was going to do tonight. He couldn't sit around and do nothing, but Soubi's arm was still injured and he couldn't exactly keep putting the man in danger. He had his flashlight, the bag, the cookies, his radio, his camera, pens and journal sitting on the bed, lined up and ready to go. With Tamaki gone, he wondered if he should leave a note...or if the boy was going to show up later. Maybe he was just napping or something or...

Soubi spoke up and Ritsuka stopped brooding to glance over at him. He would never understand why the man always looked so deflated nowadays. He had a feeling that even if he asked, Soubi wouldn't tell him anyway. He looked back down at his supplies and started packing them away in order of their usefulness. He usually disliked talking about what his mother did to him. It wasn't her fault, after all, and he hated it when people pitied him or shunned her for what she couldn't control.

Still... "Yeah, I was," he said, finally, a little quieter than before. "It's nothing though. I'm still standing and it gave me an idea of what to do tonight. I wasn't able to get in contact with Miku or Alfons, so I thought we'd go find our patient files. I want to know more about this boy I'm supposed to be."