Hakkai might like pain, but not this kind. This kind bruises far too deep and the wounds last far too long, but the thing that might just hurt worst is the fact that Gojyo can't meet his gaze. Chest tight and stomach in knots, he glances away, locking his gaze on a nearby wall.

Discomfort washes over him as he reaches up to touch his still bloody lip. How many times this week has it bled now?

"... I don't- I... I'm... sorry."