[ The funny thing is that if Rin had left him to his own devices, Gen definitely would have cleaned himself off ... eventually. With that incredibly difficult first step of getting in the tub conquered, muscle memory, rather than any sort of deliberate choice, would have necessitated that he eventually clean himself up before exiting the bathroom.
But if he doesn't need to, he sure won't.
Which is to say, when Rin leans in to start scrubbing his back, Gen twitches at the first touch of the sponge. His canine ears flick back, just for a moment. Then his shoulders rise with a deep inhale, followed by a slow exhale huffed right against her skin as his posture melts further, letting her do as she wishes.
Vaguely, he's aware that this is a fucking pathetic state to be in. He should shoo her off, get himself clean. Eat, work, function properly. He's done this before -- killed before, then gone back to acting like nothing was wrong. He can do this, he knows he can. He has to be able to. It's just ... ]
... you're being awfully nice to me. [ It's said without any hint of accusation or his usual bluster. It's not even really a question. More of an observation, barely hinting at curiosity. Because while he does want to know why Rin is going through all this trouble, in this moment, his desire to continue wallowing in this comforting warmth is greater than his usual toughguy desire to control things as much as possible. Case in point, he tips his head to rest it lightly against Rin's arm; maybe she can feel the brush of his lashes as he blinks slowly, drowsily. ] You're okay with it?
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But if he doesn't need to, he sure won't.
Which is to say, when Rin leans in to start scrubbing his back, Gen twitches at the first touch of the sponge. His canine ears flick back, just for a moment. Then his shoulders rise with a deep inhale, followed by a slow exhale huffed right against her skin as his posture melts further, letting her do as she wishes.
Vaguely, he's aware that this is a fucking pathetic state to be in. He should shoo her off, get himself clean. Eat, work, function properly. He's done this before -- killed before, then gone back to acting like nothing was wrong. He can do this, he knows he can. He has to be able to. It's just ... ]
... you're being awfully nice to me. [ It's said without any hint of accusation or his usual bluster. It's not even really a question. More of an observation, barely hinting at curiosity. Because while he does want to know why Rin is going through all this trouble, in this moment, his desire to continue wallowing in this comforting warmth is greater than his usual toughguy desire to control things as much as possible. Case in point, he tips his head to rest it lightly against Rin's arm; maybe she can feel the brush of his lashes as he blinks slowly, drowsily. ] You're okay with it?