[ Well, at least he's feeling okay enough to smile - dopey as it is, it manages to make Nageki's heart flutter. Somehow, even in the worst of times, Hitori's able to put him at ease.
He removes the towel from his forehead and brushes back his hair in a gentle, soothing motion. ] Can you sit up? I made us breakfast. [ He's gonna spoon-feed him porridge. Hitori doesn't get a say in the matter. ]
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He removes the towel from his forehead and brushes back his hair in a gentle, soothing motion. ] Can you sit up? I made us breakfast. [ He's gonna spoon-feed him porridge. Hitori doesn't get a say in the matter. ]