[ The papers and their bizarre symbols are eyed curiously, but Junpei doesn’t get to dwell on them long before the more human cleaning starts.
This too, in its way, is comforting to him. Being fussed on a little, having someone’s concern. His mind drifts back to being a child and getting a scrape and his mother treating it in a similar way. The memory of her makes his heart ache.
There is the slightest wince at the sting of the wipes, but he holds still to allow Natsume to continue.
He was just expecting to get covers for his ears, not all this personal attention. But he’s being very agreeable, no sign of his more prickly side to be seen. As if he needed this badly and is actually soaking it in.
The rabbit urge to flop on his belly from being so relaxed is strong, but he fights it. ]
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This too, in its way, is comforting to him. Being fussed on a little, having someone’s concern. His mind drifts back to being a child and getting a scrape and his mother treating it in a similar way. The memory of her makes his heart ache.
There is the slightest wince at the sting of the wipes, but he holds still to allow Natsume to continue.
He was just expecting to get covers for his ears, not all this personal attention. But he’s being very agreeable, no sign of his more prickly side to be seen. As if he needed this badly and is actually soaking it in.
The rabbit urge to flop on his belly from being so relaxed is strong, but he fights it. ]