He lets him take care of him, and he winces from the pain, but the kiss does make it feel better, and he feels slightly better if anything just a bruise to his mental and emotional state. He'll need to take proper care of his hand later.

"Mn. I don't know what to do without you. You're my other half." It should be that simple, but it's complicated. It boils down, they're in love with their other version of themselves, and he doesn't know how to handle it.

He closed his eyes and accept his kisses. "And...I'm grateful that you love me and still do. Thank you."