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Yeah, but--! ...no, okay, that's entirely fair. He doesn't want her losing muscle mass or strength because of his concern.

So far so good. No freak outs or fretting on her part. That's a positive. He's too tired to deal with a lecture, hence the attempt to head one off at the pass. Hiyori is a woman of her word, though. One reason he loves her so, so much. He can count on her for damn near anything. And more.]

Yeah... [While she rummages around, he lets himself sink into the loveseat and - shockingly for him - seems to almost doze in those few moments, startling when she sits back down next to him. Blinking rapidly, he groggily holds a hand out for the pills and takes the thing of water with a nod of gratitude.]

I'll get a snack in a bit. Thanks. [Down the hatch! No problem there, thankfully, though he sighs with relief and maybe a hint of disappointment as he passes the bottle back to her.] Kinda wish it was something stronger, but oh well.

.....

[Dammit. He's gonna have to explain, isn't he? Heaving out a heavy sigh, he starts plucking at the seat cushion, refusing to look at her.]

I-- I got hurt during that last mission. It bugs me now and then.