[Hmmm. No, he still doesn't like the fucking Red Rover clothesline, or the burn on the calf. His fingers ghost over Higekiri's neck, and then take a dodged, soft pass along the leg around the burn.]

Please let me wrap it, elder brother. [He bends down to brush his lips through the middle of Higekiri's chest, kissing apologetically.] So it won't be uncomfortable.

It isn't right for such a pristine treasure to be damaged like this.