"Don't touch your face!" Hakkai's cup rattled against the counter as he deposited it and hastily darted forward to catch Gojyo's wrist. "That's blight."

He had been careful. He'd been careful, and Gojyo had still -- this was too dangerous, he admits coldly to himself. Gojyo, most of the time they'd known each other, had been his god. Gojyo had known instantly when he was blighted; he'd felt the sting of it, even when Hakkai didn't.

Hakkai hadn't known Gojyo was blighted until he saw it on his fingers.