I apologize, then. I don't think I'm as inspiring as Shiro, so I wouldn't know how to reassure you.

[In many regards, Naoyuki and Kisuke were no different from one another. When they needed help, they wouldn't hesitate to take it. When they needed privacy, they would endeavor to guarantee it. In this way, he and Kisuke were two entirely different people. He was happy to take Gin's answer when she gave it to him without prying to begging more of her. He understood, in a sense, that it was the best he would get.

Oono grimaced, shaking her head when he smiled her way, attempting to look reassuring.]

It's healing but you shouldn't just disappear into your lab once I'm done, Sato-san.

[The two young men arriving were accompanied by Ururu, who had been quietly approaching, a grim look on her face. Naoyuki blinked rapidly, hasty in putting away his sword. Oono averted her eyes, not wanting to look even as she kept her hand steady in finishing up the touches on his shoulder.]

Urahara-san! I...

[Ururu looked at him a moment, impassive, before turning to Gin and pulling her in for a tight hug, whispering in her ear softly. Shyly.]

I'm sorry... For not telling you about him.