Ronald couldn't help but compare the two on occasion. Yukio was a mich more subdued creature, quiet in his ways and his manner of fussing. If the reaper had pulled his stitches from over exertion or his bandages had come loose, he would always end up being silently chastised as they were set to rights. But he had to admit, Watanuki was something else. He was a different sort of forceful. A touch more abrasive when riled but then again, the opposite of love was apathy, wasn't it? Some would have called his methods bossy at the least, nagging at worse but it only made Ronald appreciate him more.

"Really," he called back. "You needn't trouble yourself on my account! Was just going to leave. You've a shadow or two I can use in this room already."

But before he could protest, he was already being fussed over. With a sigh, the reaper pulled himself up, gathering the sheets to him. "Anything I can help with though?"