Youji wasn't going to argue. Ken usually patched him up, but given the way that he was driving and how red Youji's fingers had come away, it was better to get him sewn up sooner rather than later.

He pulled down a med kit and shoved it over. He'd handled his own stitches once or twice, he could manage with an amateur doing it if need be.

"You two all right back there?"

"Just sitting down to a sewing bee."

"Fuck."

Youji laughed and Ken did too. Their way was easy. Aya would have to adapt. Eventually.