You're...alright? [He sits up, setting his tea on the coffee table to get a better look at Hinata. He seems so put together that he laughs tiredly.]

...I knew I wasn't wrong. Just...the way he reacted to me in the shower. [He hadn't gotten the impression of anything to fear. Kamukura had even reassured him. His thoughts turn as he sags against the couch.]

...I don't...I don't know what I need, Hajime. [Love, probably. Reassurance. All things he has no idea how to ask for or voice.]