[It's a deep relief to see the group dispersing when he glances back over his shoulder. He barely knows how to handle Ouma as it is, let alone with an audience. Kaito lingers a moment with a confused, mildly curious look, Maki just behind him looking distinctly more sour, but they both mercifully move along when Shuichi shoots them a hopefully-reassuring smile and waves them on.

The smile fades as he looks back to Ouma, though. Whether that's because he feels bad or because Ouma usually seems to go out of his way to make his life harder, well...]

I just...wanted to make sure you were okay. You looked a little unsteady on your feet earlier, and there was a lot of blood...

[Saying it only makes him feel guiltier, and he wilts a little, gaze dropping to his feet.]

...I should have made sure back then, there just wasn't time, and...I mean, I'm sorry.