[ Renji returned Keigo's slight smile with a serious expression. This would normally be where his pointless bravado would try assert itself, insisting he wasn't that worried. Instead his eyes shifted to the small box in Keigo's hands. He sighed sweet fragrance, the ruler-straight line of his shoulders slumping a touch. ]

...Yeah. [ Yeah, he was that worried. And yeah, he'd tried to make sure Keigo wouldn't know how deep those still waters ran. ]

I don't want you gettin' hurt. And after everything that's happened...

[ Renji's hands closed into fists, tightening as memories of that disastrous mission surfaced again. How they'd both been beaten, shot, bled because he'd been far too careless. After a moment, his gaze turned back outwards, looking at Keigo with the concern in his gaze no longer veiled. ]

You'll wear it, right?