Oh, he had noticed, but it's Hibari and he knows if the man is still walking, he's probably fine. They don't have time and resources here for him to strip the man and make sure he's not actually bleeding to death. He just has to take into account the man's natural ridiculous ability to heal quickly into account. There are more pressing things to worry about. Things like if Hibari was followed and even more so, why he kept getting those jolts of deja vous standing so close.

"Good." He states, and grinds the rest of his cigarette out on the balcony railing. For a moment, his hand rests on the small of Hibari's back. It feels like something he had done a million times. A sneaked touch because they couldn't afford to show affection in public.

"We've wasted enough time here. Come along." He turns and walks, and for a moment, the way his feathers and his long coat flutter in the air, it almost looks more like a long thin black ponytail. His steps are familiar too. The too confident too smooth stride of a man who was fully aware of the sort of power he possessed.

He led his way to their transport. A motorcycle. A little open for his tastes, but best at weaving around in the forests, which was where the safe house was located. He slides onto the front part of the seat and turns to look at the other man as if expecting some sort of protest.