Immediately the fridge is on the bottom of his priority list.

Being held briefly and the novelty of the carrier seat seems to have distracted Himawari for the time being, if not actually soothed her distress, but she isn't bleeding.

Things he'd have written off as a grade school tennis captain suddenly seem a thousand times more dire and concerning.

Change. Change the situation. Yukimura sets the carrier securely on the kitchen table, so it's easy for him to see through the backdoor, and immediately lifts Keita out of the mess and takes him into the backyard beset by the soft morning sunlight, surrounded by... well, by some greenery. Years of a career that involves long and many trips around the world meant that there wasn't nearly enough to his garden, but there was only so much he could ask of the friends and family who heeded the constant calls to please water his plants while he was away. Green was supposed to be a calming color.

A little more light, a little distance from the disaster zone, and with cold tea seeping into his shirt, he's glad he hasn't bothered to wear new clothes since about a week after Himawari came home. Keita, meanwhile, hasn't bled to death yet, but Yukimura knows what Marui is capable of when he has a target he needs to hit and he tries to sound soothing, not panicked, when he asks.

"Want to talk about it?"

He still can't quite see the wound.