[Well Mikado's not moving, laying on his back, just watching Kida, head tilted to the side and feeling drained and a little floaty on painkillers. A fierce, dull ache now that the impromptu surgery is over.]

....You're not fine. You're doing that thing. The thing where you close off. I do that. You're doing me.

[So maybe he's a little loopier on pain and drugs than he thought he was, but he's pretty sure that sentence made some sense. It made sense in his head.]

It doesn't get better like that. It doesn't suit you.