Whumpee is normally much more reserved. They bite their tongue and straighten their back, take a deep breath and keep going, going, going, but…
God, what they wouldn’t give for just one night.
A long hot bath with someone to wash their hair when their arms ached too much to do it properly. Fingernails gently scratching over their scalp, working the shampoo through as opposed to just dumping it on and smearing it around like they usually did. Rinsed clean and wrapped in towels.
Not having to decide what clothes to wear, not having to fight the urge to just climb back into their dirty pajamas. Being handed a set of clean comfortable clothes without the thought having to cross their mind.
Curled up against someone under a blanket, letting the tension leech out of their body, letting themselves rest… Knowing that someone was there to stand guard, in a way.
But they don’t have that luxury, they have to be strong, and keep themselves together. So with all their strength, then force themselves to lay out clean clothes and get in the shower.
Their bed is cold when they climb into it, and though they thought the comfort would come from less labor, now they realize. They just wanted someone there. Someone that would want to care for them.
