Kaito blinked and lowered his eyes when Fijore took his hand, giving his hand a squeeze. "Nightfall isn't my favorite time to be out and about.." He murmured. "We're not far from home though, so it should be alright." He said, more-so to himself then stood, but he didn't let go of Fijore's hand.

Kaito paused when he was suddenly pulled into his chest, surprised at first, but he soon relaxed. He wasn't used to feeling so exposed, but Fijore was making him feel better. "I guess you really can see through me.." He murmured quietly, seeing how Fijore could see through the front he was trying to put up. "Let's get a hotel room, okay?" He asked.

Kaito smirked some when he nudged him, holding his hand. It was nice having someone to lean on, and not have to look out for himself all the time. "I guess that makes this out first date." He teased innocently, giving his hand a squeeze.

Kaito smiled some nodded, following him to the hotel.

Once they got checked in, and made It to their room, Kaito sat on the edge of one of the two beds. He was feeling better, a little embarrassed about his shut-down out there, but better now.

Kaito blinked and nodded, smiling some as Fijore went to take a shower. He got up and picked up the menu off the night table and glanced it over. Was he even hungry? It didn't matter, he needed to eat and he knew Fijore would agree. He sighed quietly and picked up the phone and dialed room service, deciding to get something small.

Kaito hung up the phone when he had ordered and glanced at Fijore when he came back, wanting to say something. Seeing his scars though, his throat went dry. He lowered his eyes to the floor, remembering the normal he had gotten half way through reading and the hell he'd been through. Sure, Kaito had his own scars from his own hell he'd been through, but he realized how sorry he was feeling for himself.. He felt different tonight. His mind was drifting in darker directions and he usually has more control of what directions his thoughts went in.

Why was he acting like this, tonight?

Kaito placed a hand on his forehead and shook his head head lightly. "I..don't know.." He murmured quietly. He knew the kind of face Fijore was making, just by the tone of his voice. It was laced with worry. "Maybe I'm just tired.." He murmured, slowly lifting his head to look at Fijore. "I'm alright, I just don't have much control over my thoughts right now." Kaito said calmly, hoping he'd understand. He didn't really know to else to explain it.

Kaito smirked some and lightly rested his forehead against Fijore's. "This isn't going to become a habit." He promised quietly. "After dinner though, I've already ordered something to eat." He teased innocently.

Kaito kissed his forehead. That's not really what he meant, but it made since. He watched Fijore curiously as he set the meds up on the night table. The food wouldn't be here for a few minutes, so what could they do until then? He stretched out of the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Kaito glanced at him. "Well yeah.. You weren't wearing a shirt." He said calmly, hoping he was referring to the multiple scar, otherwise he'd sound like an idiot.