As soon as 1412 stumbled, Kaito reached out to grab his arms to steady him (careful of his treated injuries, of course). It was enough to make him ignore the possessive 'my' tacked onto Aoko's name and focus more on the assassin's well-being.

For now, anyway.

"Idiot..." he said with a shake of his head, and the insult carried a patronizing and scolding tone of his own, "You've lost too much blood to be jumping around like that." The magician glanced up at Aoko and jerked his head at the couch in the corner of the room.

"Help me get him over there so he can sit down."