@morganed sent: kissing your lover's wounds after having bandaged them up ;-; ► from this meme.
Takayuki will say this much-- at least growing up around a crime family hasn’t given him any shortage of experiences with violence. The bullet wounds Arthur had shown up with were worrying, but not enough to make him falter; instead, he’d broken out a bottle of whiskey he meant to save for something special (then again, isn’t that what saving Arthur’s life is?), instructed Arthur to drink it, and then gotten to work.
In a few minutes, he’s pulled the bullet out-- thank God it hadn’t been buckshot or some other godawful result of American stupidity-- and with Arthur’s wound not wide enough to require stitching, he’d disinfected it as best he can before wrapping it in cloth. Regardless of whether Arthur agrees or not, he intends to head to the doctor come morning to get proper dressing, but for now his makeshift solutions will have to do.
Sentimental as it is, Takayuki presses a gentle kiss to the cloth like it’ll help it heal.
“There,” he says, pulling back and looking at Arthur’s face with a smile. From the looks of it, you could hardly tell he’s affected at all by all the red that stains his fingers, his floor, and his trousers.
“You’ll make it through the night,” he promises, “but only if you stay.” Takayuki’s hand rests firmly on Arthur’s knee. “You ain’t on the run again, are ya?”
