[his mouth twitches into a frown, as his fingers find that bump and skim over - he does not like it. But at least it was a good answer, even if it took a little while. Quiet time and tea seem to be helping. That's good.]
Checking. You're alien enough.
[he switches the hands supporting the mug, carefully loosening Hikaru's cravat without even pulling away. This stupid medieval get-up - it had entirely more layers than strictly necessary, but hopefully getting rid of the cravat will let him get a peek down the back of Hikaru's shirt, see how bad the bruising is.]
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Checking. You're alien enough.
[he switches the hands supporting the mug, carefully loosening Hikaru's cravat without even pulling away. This stupid medieval get-up - it had entirely more layers than strictly necessary, but hopefully getting rid of the cravat will let him get a peek down the back of Hikaru's shirt, see how bad the bruising is.]
But you hit your head pretty hard, huh?