When Kira finally slowed to a halt so Ty could see the expression on his face, that ruled out the drugs theory. Kira's pupils looked fine, his face was pinched, and he looked so damn tired that Ty had to fight the urge to just tell him that they could sort this out later. Like they did with most important things.

He couldn't stop the small hiss of sympathy pain that escaped him when Kira lifted up his shirt, and he took a few steps forward to get a better look, eyes narrowing.

"What the hell Kira?" Because nothing he was saying was making sense. And those marks had looked ugly and gnarly, Ty flicking his gaze back up to Kira's mouth drawn. "You should be getting that treated. How long ago were those from?"

Because that was more important than trying to make sense of whatever else Kira was talking about at the moment. Here or there could be sorted out later. But Kira being hurt should be addressed now.