[He doesn't want to hurt him, he's not the sadist here. So there he goes, splashing far away in the water with a yell before he surfaces again, coughing a little from that surprise and running his hand through his hair again.]

You hid your injuries from the moment I arrived, didn't you? [He remembers that subtle movement now, and it makes sense.] If you had warned me, I would have treated you with more care.

[Maybe. At least he's not charging anymore, because he's trying to deal with this strange energetic feeling in his chest telling him to go back, to be touched again, to do anything exciting— It must be shock? From being freed only to wind up here? Yes, maybe that's it.]

If you want to ask me to kiss them better, the answer is no. [Ha ha]