[ He stops immediately, looking at Noiz in concern. ]

I warned you. [ Wriggling his wrist a little, he manages to finish cleaning off the cut, and Noiz's forehead. Tipping his chin up, he presses a kiss beside it, careful and tenderly.

But there's one thought that's nagging at him. Aoba hesitates, and then says: ]

...things are gonna be different from now on. I don't know what'll happen in the future, but there might be another time when you get hurt. [ And Noiz will feel it. All of it. ] And I guess, since I'm the one who made it so you can feel again, I'll take responsibility. I'll be here for you.