He flinches, very slightly. There's almost no tension in him. 

"I think you're going to have to." It's half-murmured; he doesn't want to admit anything to Harry but he can't let Kaleva see him like this. 

"This is literally what minions are for," Harry grumbles, but he takes out a kit from under his bed and starts to clean and dress Sasha's cuts. 

He moves where he's pushed and leans into the contact and otherwise is about as responsive as a sack of flour. 

When Harry's done, he says, "do you have a scarf?"

"Think so. Don't remember." Pause. "Can't really think." 

Harry sighs and wraps a scarf around his neck. "Return it or you'll lose a finger."

He smiles, just a little. "Will do." 

With that, Harry does up his pants and leaves. 

…he isn't sure what he was expecting but he knows the disappointment is completely unwarranted. Of course Harry wasn't going to stay. Why would he? 

He stays there, sprawled out on the floor, for maybe twenty minutes before he drags himself up and gets dressed. 

Sasha isn't here. 

Not that Sasha has to be here. Sasha is his own person who makes his own decisions about whether to be here. It is just that Kaleva has understood precisely nothing of the book he's reading, and also his legs are shaking. 

Sasha gets there about forty minutes later than he usually does, after making sure that he doesn't have any visible injuries. He's hiding the limp, not perfectly but pretty well. 

He glances between the two of them. 

He'll ask about the limp later. "Good morning." 

"Good morning." 

Sasha is limping, something has gone wrong, but if he's supposed to know what it is then Sasha will tell him and if not he can just be sick with worry.

"Good morning."

Yeah he's not missing the worry there.

He sits down, pulls out his books. (Ow ow ow ow ow. At least he doesn't have to deal with classes today?) Definitely does not tell either of them. Maybe he'll have twisted his ankle when he tripped on the stairs, or something. Kaleva doesn't need to know about his recent Harry-related decisions and Chen definitely doesn't need to know. 

The scarf is new. It's not that Kaleva has catalogued every item of clothing Sasha wears-- well, actually, it's exactly like that, except that Sasha only has like four outfits so it's not very hard.

"Where'd you get the scarf? It's nice."

"I'm borrowing it, it's my roommate's." 

"Let's do homework."

The way Sasha's shoulders relax at that does not make Chen any less worried and he can't imagine Kaleva's any different. 

They work on homework. 

No one on the Isle would give someone something for free; it had to be a transaction. Sasha is limping. Sasha is covering his neck. From Kaleva's limited interactions with Harry, he seems to be both attracted to Sasha and sexually interested in hurting people. 

Why didn't Sasha ask Kaleva to help. Kaleva made enough of a mistake that Sasha would rather go to Harry Hook, a person who'd leave him limping, than to him.  

Kaleva doesn't talk about it but he is definitely projecting abject misery everywhere. 

If neither of them want him to know what's going on it is going to be very difficult to get them to talk about it. He might be able to get Sasha alone and ask about the limp? 

For now, though, he does his best to make things as normal as they can be. 

Kaleva's miserable again and he still doesn't know what to do and

He does his best to keep the peace of mind he'd just found and focus on math. 

Kaleva declares himself to be done with homework surprisingly early!

"I think I'm going to go for a walk," he says, "see you guys."

(Does 'walk' mean 'cry by himself'? Yes.)

Chen waits for him to go before he says, "So what happened?"