[It's good, the hand in his hair. It's what he craves, affection and attention and contact in a careful, moderated fashion. He's still so sensitive that he can't handle much yet without risking getting overwhelmed, but by the same token he thinks he'll die a little if Kakyoin doesn't touch him and stay touching him.
Good boy, Star. Star is helping. Star knows how to take care of him, too.
It makes him sigh — his first semi-verbalization yet. Kakyoin wants him to drink water, he thinks vaguely, and feels the fog around his mind clear a little more as he's roused into just one more sliver of awareness. His throat hurts. Water would be cool and fresh, and would clear the thickness from it.
His eyelashes flutter. He draws in a breath and sighs again, more deliberate this time, trying to shape it into an affirmative sound and only just barely succeeding.]
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Good boy, Star. Star is helping. Star knows how to take care of him, too.
It makes him sigh — his first semi-verbalization yet. Kakyoin wants him to drink water, he thinks vaguely, and feels the fog around his mind clear a little more as he's roused into just one more sliver of awareness. His throat hurts. Water would be cool and fresh, and would clear the thickness from it.
His eyelashes flutter. He draws in a breath and sighs again, more deliberate this time, trying to shape it into an affirmative sound and only just barely succeeding.]