He really wants to offer Daisuke pets like he usually would, but frankly, bending down to do so would be a little too painful even if he didn't have his phone in his hands. He gives a one-shouldered shrug as he comes in, heading for the couch and swinging his bag off his shoulder.

"I'm all right," he says, but it's a pretty obvious lie as he takes his time sitting down, holding his breath and lowering himself to the couch cushions gingerly. "Grell made me let her take me to the hospital."

And is going to kill him when she finds out what he's done, but...

"That's... actually why I'm here." Dante at least has the grace to look a little bit embarrassed as he admits it. "I think I might've messed it up again last night--the arm, at least."