Note: This was written for the Zexal Flash Bingo challenge.

The hotel room was quiet.

Kaito prowled around the suite, too wound up still to settle down. Haruto was lying on the room's only bed, sprawled in that haphazard fashion in which only cats and small children could look comfortable. He was clutching a stuffed frog, one of the few belongings they'd grabbed when they'd abandoned Heartland Tower. It made Kaito smile to see it - it had been a long time since Haruto had been himself enough to take any enjoyment from plush toys. He tucked it more securely into Haruto's grasp and watched him curl around it before slipping back into a deeper sleep.

In a corner, Orbital was resting too. He'd hooked himself up to Kaito's laptop and started running diagnostics, to make sure he hadn't done any damage to himself when he'd overloaded the control module. Every few seconds, he emitted small whirring noises, as various drives and motors powered up and then down again. It sounded like he was snoring. Kaito paused in his circuit around the room to watch the results scroll across the screen.

It was good to know his family was safe.

And speaking of which... Kaito's eyes traveled to the sofa in the next room, where his father sat and stared out the window. He looked a bit shell-shocked, not that Kaito could blame him. Nothing had come out the way he'd anticipated. It probably would take him a while to adjust to it all. He hadn't even changed out of his ruined clothes. From where he stood, Kaito could see cuts and abrasions on his skin, and there was a burn across the back of one arm that had to be painful, but he wasn't paying attention to it.

It had been a long time since Kaito had spent much time with his father. They were nearly strangers to each other. Now he took in his father's battered appearance, as well as the lines on his face, and thought that this looked like a man who didn't sleep enough, who spent too much time sitting in front of a computer, and who probably suffered from ulcers. Kaito studied him a moment longer, then slipped out of the room.

He came back a few minutes later carrying a first-aid kit. He set it on the sofa next to his father, opened it, and began taking out various ointments and bits of gauze. The movement roused his father from his daze.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Kaito didn't look up. His hands were busy swabbing various injuries with disinfectant. He was good at that sort of thing. Orbital was a good caretaker for Haruto in many ways, but he was lacking when it came to the kiss-it-and-make-it-better school of medicine. Kaito had become a master of doctoring scraped knees.

"Cleaning you up," he said.

"That isn't necessary..."

Kaito raised his eyes.

"Well," he said, "I've always done everything to protect Haruto. I thought it was time I started taking care of you."