[To deny it would be outright bullshit, to admit it feels -- Takasugi's making a farce out of his situation. Softly, he's pursing his lips to that smile, and in a move hardly demonstrative of a good doctor, he's physically moving over him, climbing over him in an exaggerated way to not apply weight to any one limb. The idea was to put a robe on, at the very least...but here we have him sliding into the available space to his side, drawing the sheets up further, reeling him in in a way that's got him molded to his side offering whatever warmth he can.
A stark contrast to the chaos exchanged between them earlier, the chaos that endures outside.]
I am.
[His head bows forward, forehead finding a place high on his cheek.]
no subject
A stark contrast to the chaos exchanged between them earlier, the chaos that endures outside.]
I am.
[His head bows forward, forehead finding a place high on his cheek.]
I'll listen for your pulse. Sleep.