[Vash gets up carefully so as not to disturb Ain too much, pausing to brush his fingers through his hair before he makes his way to the bathroom. Slowly, because his ass is still sore.
He doesn't use the bathroom, because that's not actually why he's in here. After some searching, he finds a clean washcloth that he drapes over the edge of the sink, running the water until it's nice and cool, but not too cold. This is what Rem would do when he was sick. She'd bring a washcloth that was damp with water and put it on his forehead, and it would help him feel less hot. He just never noticed at the time that Nai would watch, seething with jealousy.
Vash returns after a moment, and without explaining what he's doing, he folds the washcloth over and lays it across Ain's forehead, just like she would have.]
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He doesn't use the bathroom, because that's not actually why he's in here. After some searching, he finds a clean washcloth that he drapes over the edge of the sink, running the water until it's nice and cool, but not too cold. This is what Rem would do when he was sick. She'd bring a washcloth that was damp with water and put it on his forehead, and it would help him feel less hot. He just never noticed at the time that Nai would watch, seething with jealousy.
Vash returns after a moment, and without explaining what he's doing, he folds the washcloth over and lays it across Ain's forehead, just like she would have.]
There. Does that feel better?