[In any case, Akira isn't looking at it, or the scar on his chest, so it doesn't really matter what it looks like or what the Diarahan healed. At least he won't have to figure out how to clean potential watered-down blood stains off of the bathtub, too.]
[He steps into his personal bubble and leans into his shoulder, gently tipping him backward with one arm looped behind him to support him, and with the other reaches down to scoop his legs up. Akira doesn't completely lift him, afraid to compress his side, but he pivots him on the lip of the tub until his legs are submerged. From there he leans Goro backward against his chest, looping his arms carefully under him to lower him into the tub.]
Some of your stuff is there, [He gestures to the row of soaps in the corner. He doesn't leave, remembering Goro's vicious reaction to his poorly explained attempt at giving him space on his birthday, but he puts his back to the wall and tries to take up as little space, make as little sound as he can.]
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[He steps into his personal bubble and leans into his shoulder, gently tipping him backward with one arm looped behind him to support him, and with the other reaches down to scoop his legs up. Akira doesn't completely lift him, afraid to compress his side, but he pivots him on the lip of the tub until his legs are submerged. From there he leans Goro backward against his chest, looping his arms carefully under him to lower him into the tub.]
Some of your stuff is there, [He gestures to the row of soaps in the corner. He doesn't leave, remembering Goro's vicious reaction to his poorly explained attempt at giving him space on his birthday, but he puts his back to the wall and tries to take up as little space, make as little sound as he can.]