[It's a little strange, to be looked after, he thinks. He's always been so resistant to it, because he's so used to taking care of himself, and taking care of everyone else before even considering his own needs, so he's truthfully not certain how to act, here. He shuffles around with Sumire's movements, mindful of her, and winds up hunched carefully with one arm over her waist and the other curled against his own chest. He ducks his head to use that hand to pull off his glasses, shifting to fold them and set them aside, settling back to intermittently watch her and look away, like he isn't sure where to look.]
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