*Cesar's smile is wan and half-obscured, but it's there.*
*The first-aid kit is across the room, and Cesar looks down at his hands, trying to gauge the scratch's bleeding. It doesn't look like anything that will need gauze; mere bandaids should do the trick, even of a few of them will need several in a row.*
*He doesn't stand to look for them, waiting for L to finish his own ministrations. He's still deeply hurt by this whole fiasco in ways he's not bringing to the surface, but L's attention is helping in ways that go far beyond disinfectant on bleeding cuts: Lazarus is paying attention to him. Not his dick, not any physical part of him that might lead to sex later... Cesar tells himself that he just doesn't want to make Lazarus feel unneeded, but the truth of the matter is he's soaking up the attention like a parched plant.*
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*The first-aid kit is across the room, and Cesar looks down at his hands, trying to gauge the scratch's bleeding. It doesn't look like anything that will need gauze; mere bandaids should do the trick, even of a few of them will need several in a row.*
*He doesn't stand to look for them, waiting for L to finish his own ministrations. He's still deeply hurt by this whole fiasco in ways he's not bringing to the surface, but L's attention is helping in ways that go far beyond disinfectant on bleeding cuts: Lazarus is paying attention to him. Not his dick, not any physical part of him that might lead to sex later... Cesar tells himself that he just doesn't want to make Lazarus feel unneeded, but the truth of the matter is he's soaking up the attention like a parched plant.*