👄– kissing them on the hand 🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured 👗 – adjusting their clothes
👄 – kissing them on the hand
His eyes go very wide and his cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. "God, Milt, stop you're embarrassing me - no wait, don't actually stop, keep going." He flaps his hand a little bit in Milton's face to try to get his attention.
🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured
Brackish attempts to wave him away, but he is too weak to do much other than swat at his face. His voice is muffled by the pillow he is pressed into. "No...I'm fine. Just...I'll just sweat it out. No big deal." He sighs dramatically. "How do we even get sick anyway? We aren't allowed to leave the base."
👗 – adjusting their clothes
It isn't often Brackish really stood still long enough that Milton could fix anything on him. He taps on a computer keyboard off to the side as Milton attempts to re-tie his tie. "Don't worry about it, Milt, it's fine..." But he isn't really paying attention. He's too caught up in his work., and he tilts his head out of the way only when Milton gently pushes his chin up.