"Oi," Kaito said as he took a step toward 1412. Aoko was behind, tending to the scratches there, and he could tell with the way the assassin was leaning, she wouldn't be able to bandage his wounds with him twisted like that.

"Stop moving so much." He hesitated briefly, before he placed a hand on 1412's shoulder and pulled him forward so Aoko could work. He knew it was a bold move, and he was ready to retract his hand if needed.