Aqua's eyes tighten slightly with distaste. Curiosity about someone's wound feels... icky. Objectifying. He's had more than enough of that, both recently and in his life overall. "I'm less curious than concerned. That is, as a future doctor, and..."

Though his voice and expression sink back into their usual calm blankness, there's a hint of uncertainty around his eyes. He glances away, still holding his knees. What is he to Luis? A roommate? A strange and puzzling ward? Is ten years' difference too much to wish they were...

...You know. Friends?