[ Finally, I can use this icon... not that he's fully asleep, just. Resting. He's less austere with his eyes closed, a little younger when he doesn't make himself look like he has to brace himself against everything life has to offer. Relax, eelkun, it's just a party.
The feeling of something warm against his forehead makes him crack one eye open, and a hand migrates over to press the wet towel a little more firmly over his skin. ]
I owe you. Again. [ People are too kind, he thinks. Like a kid, he doesn't want to be a burden; like a kid without a home, he's afraid of being accepted.
But this is nice, even if he feels guilty. Ah, what a mess— it must be because he's sick. ] ...Go skate. I'll be fine by the time you get back.
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The feeling of something warm against his forehead makes him crack one eye open, and a hand migrates over to press the wet towel a little more firmly over his skin. ]
I owe you. Again. [ People are too kind, he thinks. Like a kid, he doesn't want to be a burden; like a kid without a home, he's afraid of being accepted.
But this is nice, even if he feels guilty. Ah, what a mess— it must be because he's sick. ] ...Go skate. I'll be fine by the time you get back.
[ He'll try to sneak out, probably. ]