Exhaling slowly, those pale eyes stared upward at the ceiling, allowing Heinz to do whatever he wished. He trusted him. He trusted him. So he simply shook his head in response before reaching for the Bavarian’s arm. “Herr Doge,” was all he said, tugging lightly on Heinz’s arm like some child. “If et’s not… too much to ask, zhen I’ll be quiet. En my bigger hoodie pocket.”
It was then, upon having his arm touched, he remembered just how childish his partner was capable of being. Oddly humbling; with little hesitation, he rummaged through that pocket and gently placed the toy Doberman in those senseless hands.
Somehow, it seemed to ease him, too. With one more encouraging smile, he shuffled off to prepare himself; washing his hands, preparing a scalpel, gloves and medical mask, before operating on someone close enough to be considered family for the second time in the space of a year.
No pressure on the man with a PhD in natural science, then.
