#gaayyyyyyyy

“why do you insist on healing me?” the question comes out before he can think better if it. it isn’t like there aren’t others injured who will take much longer to heal without the aid of abundance.

unprompted cedar asks <3

the blond man hums in agreement, fingers deftly wrapping blade's injured arm with ease, watching the white bandages slowly grow red with blood even as he continues to tuck and tie them. it's a practice that he's grown used to now, helping and healing his companion whilst the other man groans and grunts about not needing it. "even if you have self-healing properties, it won't do you any good if your wound gets infected before your body can compensate. and, heaven forbid, you undertake more injuries than your body can sustain, it doesn't hurt to be cautious."

he has no doubt that blade's body can handle almost anything life throws at him, however, there's something inside the traveling salesman that can't leave him be. luocha has never been afraid of the dark haired man in front of him. in fact, he's mostly intrigued and perplexed, always staring at blade as if he were an enigma.

still, although what he'd said was true, he also didn't mention that it was a good excuse to get closer to blade. to study him and perhaps even become friends something more? with him. he ponders blade's question for a moment as he finishes with the last of the bandages, thoughtful expression on his face before impulsively leaning in to press a soft kiss to where the wound is. green hues glance up between lashes, a small smile playing on his mouth as lips brush gently against blade's skin.