Soubi brushed Ritsuka's hair back, leaning in, but stopped short of kissing him and simply pressed the tip of his nose against Ritsuka's head.

"It's alright. I'll go," he said, quickly getting up as though that alone would stop any and all arguments. He shifted the file under the bed with his foot and moved to the closet. Retrieving his bag and dumping his own file in, quickly checking it for the scalpel. Torch in hand, he turned back.

"It will be fine, I promise."