[He hears the other come in and approach. He was trained to listen for things like that, and the fact that Ritsu wasn't and he was normal, a non-combatant probably didn't even weigh on the other how much noise he made. He listens to the other's question and doesn't speak for several moments letting the silence slip between them, he flexes his hand resting against his abdomen and winces. It hurts, but it could have been worse.]
Long enough.
[Inaho isn't the type of person to comfort others, or even understand why they got upset about certain things, but he would sit there quietly and let the other see he was all right. The bruises had almost faded now into faint yellow and greenish splotches on his neck, and hands and jaw, but other than that he looked as okay as anything.]
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Long enough.
[Inaho isn't the type of person to comfort others, or even understand why they got upset about certain things, but he would sit there quietly and let the other see he was all right. The bruises had almost faded now into faint yellow and greenish splotches on his neck, and hands and jaw, but other than that he looked as okay as anything.]