Gackt sighed as he looked at the bruise around his forearm. It was an angry shade of purple, matching the one on his leg where he’d fallen. It hurt.

“God, was that from yesterday?”

He quickly hid the mark under his shirt at the sound of Cha’s voice. He hadn’t heard the older man come in and hurried to hide his surprise. “Yeah. From when I fell.”

Cha walked over and took Gackt’s hand in his, sliding the shirt sleeve up to get a better look at it. “That’s from where I caught you.” He let the hand go and looked up into his friends eyes. “I’m so sorry – I hadn’t realized I grabbed you so hard.”

“You didn’t.” Gackt stood and moved away so he didn’t have to see the concern and suspicion in the other’s eyes. “I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow.”