ttokgateun:
contd.
He gives a court nod and leaves, wetting a large towel and a smaller cloth to return to the boy. The whole affair puzzles him more than anything. He tries to think of anything that had helped Chaton when she’d been writhing and screaming on his floor to a level that had his neighbours ring in annoyance, but other than neutering her at the next date possible, he hadn’t been able to do anything. He’d sat at her side and petted her, though, he remembered vaguely, and at least for that time she’d stopped whining.
Having made a decision, he returns to the bedroom, his large figure towering in the door frame for a moment. “Chen.” He states, and moves towards the bed. Instead of just handing the wet cloths to him, though, he slides onto the other side of the bed. He props the large towel up on his chest (the cold wetness was rather uncomfortable, but he supposed he had to endure it) and reaches over to push the smaller one into Chen’s hands to be applied. “Lie down with me.” The order came out a little rough, so he corrected himself. “I won’t touch you inappropriately, but I want to relief the ache as much as I can.”