[North hesitates a long moment before he unburies his head from his arms, peeking at York with one eye before he lifts his head entirely. The initial panic starts to fade and his heart returns to a normal rhythm, albeit still hammering so loud in his chest he's surprised the bed isn't moving.]
No I know, it's just... I like taking care of people. Let me treat you.
[Annnnd we're right back to not looking- although at least he looks at Rascal this time, reaching out to pet the spikeball's soft little head ridges.]
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No I know, it's just... I like taking care of people. Let me treat you.
[Annnnd we're right back to not looking- although at least he looks at Rascal this time, reaching out to pet the spikeball's soft little head ridges.]