I help him stand, then duck under his arm so that I can help him walk.

I hate that he's hurt, but walking with him, feeling part of him like this, is lovely. I like feeling close to him. I like the way he smells, the way he feels so solid. I wonder if there might be a way that we could do this more often. Without him being hurt, of course!

He's hardly leaning on me at all, but the whiteness in his face tells me he's still in pain. I smile up at him. "It's not your fault, Kengo-kun," I say softly as we reach the entrance. "You're not stupid or weak for getting hurt."