[ Maruki does follow the motion of Akechi's hand through the air, a dull ache thudding behind his eyes, in his temples, down into his jaw. The light is bothering him. He's no stranger to severe headaches, and that was even before he got the shit beaten out of him. Darkness and quiet is what the doctor ordered, but–
He doesn't fight Akechi's continued care either, despite what he'd said, despite the festering seed of guilt in his chest. He looks away as Akechi works at it. There's something about it, the same hands that clawed deep bloody tracts into his skin being the ones to knit him back together. It sits strange on the back of his tongue, so he focuses on the opposite wall, listens.
Listens, with a disbelieving grin twisting over his aching face.
Listens, and huffs out a breath of a laugh, mirthless but somehow still fond. ]
Thank you for the trivia, as always. I should start having you write a fun fact of the day on a board in my office.
[ A sigh that turns into a quiet, pained noise in the back of his throat when Akechi starts to wrap his arm. ]
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He doesn't fight Akechi's continued care either, despite what he'd said, despite the festering seed of guilt in his chest. He looks away as Akechi works at it. There's something about it, the same hands that clawed deep bloody tracts into his skin being the ones to knit him back together. It sits strange on the back of his tongue, so he focuses on the opposite wall, listens.
Listens, with a disbelieving grin twisting over his aching face.
Listens, and huffs out a breath of a laugh, mirthless but somehow still fond. ]
Thank you for the trivia, as always. I should start having you write a fun fact of the day on a board in my office.
[ A sigh that turns into a quiet, pained noise in the back of his throat when Akechi starts to wrap his arm. ]
Point taken, though. I appreciate the help.