Haruki felt the pressure of fingers over his wrist artery, but laid his head on the floor again, closing his eyes to avoid the light instinctively.
The singer felt himself being grabbed and turned on his back. The sun was too strong for Haruki to open his eyes again. But he needed to know who was there.
He tried to ask and failed, his throat was so dry. Cracking his eyes a little, the singer saw the face of the mysterious man - it was Saito.
The climber brushed the singer's hair off his eyes and placed his palm on the skin of Haruki's forehead. Saito was looking at him with narrowed eyes, concern showing on his furrowed brows. The singer saw the cold glare of reproach in his eyes.
Haruki felt glad because Saito was helping and didn't reproach him.
