Kaito lowered his hand when he heard the footsteps of the doctor enter the room and he smirked lightly. "Good morning, doc." He greeted, his voice laced with sleep. It seemed though, neither of them got much sleep.

He did perk up a bit when he noticed the plate of food and slowly sat up more only to pause as if his wing shifted when he tried to straighten up so he could eat. "A question, how hard did I hit when you found me?" He asked, trying not to sound like he was in pain. But he was.

Kaito watched him, nodding some when he spoke. He wasn't one for meds.. But, the hell with it. He figured if he broke a few bones king is wing, he was going to be hurting for a short time. Even if he did heal slightly faster than humans.

He glanced at Fijore when he yawned as loud as he did, then fell quiet. Just like before..only this time he wasn't standing. Did he fall asleep? Kaito wasn't sure if he should just leave him be or not, and glanced at the prepared breakfast before slowly beginning to eat.

His cooking really was something.

Kaito managed to finish the food before the man woke, and he shook his head some at the apology. "Even doctors need sleep." He said, offering him a light smirk.

He glanced down at the plate and smirked some. "Awesome." Kaito said honestly, then glanced back at Fijore. He wasn't really all that surprised. "Well, I guess that makes since." He said.

To him at least, it made since as to why he handled caring for the dark Angel so calmly. Other than his shyness..

Kaito tilted his head some then it started to get awkward and Kaito sighed inward. "You're my doctor, so I should probably tell you why I push myself and avoid sleeping.." He said quietly.

"Right?" He asked cautiously, hoping this wouldn't be anymore awkward than it was becoming.

Well, maybe avoiding to sleep wasn't really the right term. He pushed himself so that he didn't have to sleep, was that the same thing? Either way, he noticed the change in Fijore's body language and he bit back a small smirk.

"Well.. It's more like sleep avoids me." Kaito murmured sheepishly. "A few years ago, I was in an accident with some other people. A woman and a young girl, but she wasn't really a child. I can't remember who exactly they were or why we were together, but I feel like I should. Anyway, I have hellish nightmares almost every time I fell asleep. They're always changing and someone always ends up hurt or dead.."

By the time he finished he wanted to just crawl under the bed like a cat and curl up. He hated talking about it, it always frayed his nerves. But, Fijore needed to know why he had certain habits.

Honestly, he didn't hear much after PTSD except something about a mental illness. What the hell was that? No, he hadn't really ever heard that term before, and now he was stumped. Maybe he should've just kept his mouth shut. Could trauma cause that? Nightmares was one thing, but did it really mess his head up that much?

Kaito soon noticed Fijore's change in attitude and grew even more confused. Did he miss something during his little confusion session? "Sorry.. I blanked after the first few sentences.." He murmured sheepishly, mentality kicking himself for spacing like that. But, if he said something he wasn't supposed to hear, he probably didn't even hear it.

"Not.. Not to sound like a brainless idiot.. But.. What's PTSD?" He asked cautiously, and sounding pretty confused.

Kaito blinked when he spoke, concluding that he had most definitely missed something, but Fijore was smiling some so he wouldn't question it.

He listened carefully and made sure not to space out this time, this was serious after all, and it kind of made since once he listened to the full explanation of what the meaning of PTSD wa, and what the affects could have and or cause. That part was still a little confusing.

So then, it wasn't just a recurring nightmare he was experiencing? He quietly watched Fijore leave the room after saying that he would be having a chat with another doctor, then shifted his gaze to the bookshelf to see what kind of books he had.

Kaito noticed the old and stained book, and he stared at it with his head tilted some. He got a very off-putting feeling from it though, one that gave him the idea that it wasn't a book to be messed with unless by the writer, or current owner, so he averted his eyes and once again closed his eyes to try and rest a little more.

But his ears and senses were listening, and awake, in case Fijore came back anytime soon.

Kaito heard him come back and he opened his eyes and he carefully took the bottle of pills and looked it over one good time. Even if he didn't usually take meds, he knew to always look for and read the label telling him when and how to take the pills.

Then he glanced at Fijore. "Thanks, and I'll keep that in mind." He said casually. He'd probably read it while he was here, it did look pretty interesting and he was pretty picky about what books he liked to read.

Kaito blinked and carefully took the offered glass of water after opening the pill bottle and popping one into his mouth, then drank the water in the glass and set it down on the table. He made a mental note to remember that and closed the bottle back up, setting it down next to the glass.

He nodded to his words about checking on the other resident, and watched him leave the room before glancing at the bookshelf again.