Her eyes opened quickly enough when she heard ‘recording’ and ‘broke your legs’ and ‘Izaya’. Perhaps it was some lingering attachment to Izaya, who knows. But Saki pushed herself up in bed and scooted over enough so she could wrap one arm around his neck and use her other hand to pull his cheek and his gaze toward her.
“Kida, don’t worry about who sent it. It’s in the past, it doesn’t matter anymore.”
He took in a few deep breaths in a seemingly futile attempt to calm himself down. It was overwhelming for him to hear that again. Her pained voice rang through his ears but as soon as he felt her touch, he instantly relaxed and pressed his body against her, placing both arms around her as he turned to her, crying, leaning into her hand.
“I know, Saki.” He sniffled out. “But I could never bring myself to ever get your scream outta my head that day. It haunted me and I’m sure that jerk knew full well about that."
There was the guilt making him feel like this. She didn’t hear whatever it was that got him this upset, but it didn’t take a detective to figure out what it was. Her arm tightened around his neck and his cheek got a few small kisses to it.
"You can feel my legs Kida, they’re perfectly fine now, you’ve got no reason to let it haunt you this badly anymore. You made things right again, that’s all that should matter. .”