Knowing she was enjoying herself was definitely the most satisfying thing to him thus far. The very look on her face told him that she was slowly realizing she was free and no longer had to worry about anything holding her back. It was exactly what he wanted, and why he knew he had been right choosing to take on this mission; perhaps something in his gut told him it would do him some good as well. Not that he was a selfish person or anything of course. It was a bit ironic since he was so use to being a military man with limited freedoms and use to always doing what he was told. Having a schedule was something that has become rather important to him; structure made sense. The life of a hit man was unpredictable, similar to military life, but the outcomes were not always negative and this was proving to him that he didnâ€™t always need to be so distant towards people, so cold. Perhaps this was a new light for him, showing him that he was not the cold-hearted person he often was whenever he aimed his gun at someone.<br/><br/>Being a bodyguard was different, and he enjoyed it. However he did keep in mind that tomorrow he had to be on his best behavior and be a professional again.<br/><br/>He frowned and narrowed his eyes a bit when she mentioned his shoulder, â€œMy shoulder will be fine, I assure you. My arm is still attached to my body and I can still move it so I am not too terribly worried about it.â€ Unable to hold off on being a bit stubborn, and because he was still a bit tired despite all the sleep he had gotten earlier, he sighed softly and shook his head. It was a bad wound and definitely needed to be treated; it should have been treated hours ago and it was still feeling rather stiff though the bleeding has stopped for the most part. That long plane ride home, which he had slept through, definitely helped but he knew it hadnâ€™t done everything for him. He had half a mind to take his shirt off and look at the wound right now but changed his mind once he reminded himself of how Shizu reacted to him suggesting he take his shirt off the first time. He had been teasing somewhat then but she had been so against the idea that she almost looked a bit panicked.<br/><br/>â€œYou can find pillows in the storage closet near the bathroom, should you change your mind and decide that you want them.â€ He told her with a grin as he moved into the bathroom to get a better look at his shoulder. It was a smaller bathroom so it had a shower area instead of a bathtub but that was fine for him since he preferred a shower over a bath anyway. Which reminded him, he should probably shower before tending to his shoulder. After switching on the light, he unbuttoned his shirt and slowly pulled his shoulder out of the sleeve. The shoulder of his shirt had a dark bloodstain on it, he decided the shirt should just be thrown out, taking it the whole way off and tossing it to the side for now. There was a first aid kit under the sink which he had pulled it out before daring too look at his own reflection in the mirror just above the sink. Just as he suspected, he really did look like absolute shit, no wonder why everyone was busting his chops.<br/><br/>Concluding that he should shower before he tended the wound, he did so, taking care to clean the wound carefully. Then he looked over his shoulder again. He used the soft noise still coming from the television to block out the pain as he gave the wound a thorough cleaning, blood slowly running down his arm again. Though he had a high tolerance for pain, sometimes so high that it scared him a bit, he was not immune to it. He was rough whenever he cleaned his wounds, but he had to clean off all that dry blood and remove the scab that had started forming in order to really clean it. Hydrogen peroxide was placed on the wound as well to help further clean the wound.  Despite not being a doctor he has had some experience patching up wounds thanks to an old friend being a doctor. Once he finished, he held some gauze in place and bandaged the wound carefully, making the bandages tight but not too tight to where it was uncomfortable and the wound still had room to breathe.<br/><br/>As for his nose, there wasnâ€™t much he could do for it, so he left it alone. It would probably heal quicker than his shoulder anyway seeing as it was just a bit swollen with a ridiculous looking bruise. Within a week or so it would be gone, but his shoulder would take a little more time. Perhaps he shouldnâ€™t be so reckless, he thought to himself, being reminded that he was indeed far too trigger happy for his own good at times.<br/><br/>Leaving the bathroom he made sure Shizu wasnâ€™t looking so she wouldnâ€™t notice him being shirtless, then he slipped into his bedroom and put on some comfortable clothes for sleeping in. It really has been a long few days and no matter how tired he felt he also still had a fair bit of energy as well. How would things turn out tomorrow? He just could not shake it out of his head how easy leaving Japan had been despite their little encounter with those men from the restaurant. And that note on top of everythingâ€¦ It was really bothering him, more than any of his missions in the past had. Looking at the clock, it was almost two in the morning, he was physically fatigued, he knew he needed some sleep but he was just far too on edge and wide awake mentally. That sleep he had during the flight over here wasnâ€™t helping things either and he could feel his insomnia kick in.<br/><br/>He decided to head back out into the kitchen and pull out the bottle of wine again. Some alcohol would help him sleep, it always did; alcohol was comforting and definitely took off the edge. But even that had its limits unless he wanted to get completely wasted. If he was alone he probably would have, but he decided not to since he had company. She had been through enough and didnâ€™t need to tolerate his drunkenness even if he knew he would probably be a bit grouchier and sleep the rest of the night anyway. Plus he decided he didnâ€™t need a hangover in the morning.