[He won't even pretend the strokes through his hair aren't nice and his shoulders relax even more into something that's closer to comfort and less emotional exhaustion. Shiro grew up in a very subtle family. There was never any question about their love and affection for each other but touch was only given freely and often to children and he'd stopped counting as a child when he'd entered primary school. He'd always been open about giving but it was rare to receive and since his capture kind touches had been non-existent. He's always had a weakness for anything involving his hair or his scalp too. He sighs almost silently when she has to stop to finish working on his burns but - that had been nice. Comforting. Something he probably needed more than he could admit to. Over a year starved for humane physical touch - it was hard not to nudge his head against her leg in the hopeful prompt that she'd continue. Except he didn't. They weren't like that and besides, that was far too intimate a demand to make. It had been nice while it had lasted though.
His eye cracks open when she talks, looks up at her without having to turn his head and - its not so worn down and dull anymore. There's still lingering pain and he's still so damn tired but he's on his way back. That glance flicks away though, when she mentions being hurt. He knows that's his fault and he's sorry.
But he won't apologize.
Because its something he'd do again, and will probably have to do again or something like it, before his next bout with the bracelet and apologies are hollow if you're just going to repeat the behavior again. He's sorry he hurt her. He doesn't want to do it again. But he won't lie to her either. Instead he presses his forehead a little more to her leg and then starts gathering the energy he needs to sit up.
...except her fingers go back over his hair again and he exhales something that's almost a throaty, low rumbling hum that all but purrs and his eye shuts again as he relaxes.]
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His eye cracks open when she talks, looks up at her without having to turn his head and - its not so worn down and dull anymore. There's still lingering pain and he's still so damn tired but he's on his way back. That glance flicks away though, when she mentions being hurt. He knows that's his fault and he's sorry.
But he won't apologize.
Because its something he'd do again, and will probably have to do again or something like it, before his next bout with the bracelet and apologies are hollow if you're just going to repeat the behavior again. He's sorry he hurt her. He doesn't want to do it again. But he won't lie to her either. Instead he presses his forehead a little more to her leg and then starts gathering the energy he needs to sit up.
...except her fingers go back over his hair again and he exhales something that's almost a throaty, low rumbling hum that all but purrs and his eye shuts again as he relaxes.]