“Isn’t he a terrible patient?” the Blue with the red hair and bright smile asked with a quizzical head tilt.
Yata was floored when he realized Saruhiko had never been fussed over, and despite his glassy-eyed illness, managed to convey so much confusion that Yata was taking care of him, it made something in Yata’s chest hurt.
Yata knew he was hardwired to take care of people, but this was Saruhiko. It wasn’t just that need to comfort that had him pasting on his cheeriest expression and trying to show a comforted what it felt like to finally get what he needed.
It took a while, but finally Saruhiko relaxed. He gave the tiniest smile, and Yata’s finally felt real.