Whatever part of Fai thought that Kurogane was angry at him for getting involved was dead wrong. The Shinobi was angry, granted, but not for that reason. It was Fai's decision for what he did or didn't get himself involved in. Not once had he ever had a problem with the magician's actual involvement. What had Kurogane upset was that Fai's attempt to back out after having become involved. If he'd intended to remain distanced, then he should have done so from the beginning, but since that hadn't happened, Fai needed to follow through with the path he'd found himself on.

Kurogane tried to keep his attention away from Fai's actual face now that he was stuck there practically holding the idiot's hand. This whole thing was awkward enough, so he didn't need some dazed grin or whiny 'Aw, Kuro-pii cares' sending him storming from the room. Mostly, he watched Tamaki do his work, but he did give Fai a few glances back with the same hard look as always. He'd glanced the earlier confusion as well as the continued pain dominating Fai's expression, but what drew his eyes back the longest was the very faint curving of Fai's lips.

He stared a moment, but found no pretend about it-- Fai was smiling.

Part of him wanted to tell Fai to shut up again. Even though nothing had been spoken, that trace of a smile had said more than anyone else had all evening. It had Kurogane feeling annoyed and gave him a mind to try and leave again. In a way though, he also felt relieved at seeing something so honest from the magician. No mask or lie as a cover for once. About damn time.

Setting Fai's hand back to the bed once he was unconscious, he turned his attention to Tamaki and nodded at the request. So long as he was doing something to help, he had no problem with staying. "He's Fai, and I'm Kurogane," he provided simply, then slowly and carefully lifted Fai into a sitting position. It was easier moving someone when they were unconscious, but with how much pain the magician was likely still in, he might not remain so for long.