[ He wouldn't dare break the spell by pointing out there is a shirt that smells suspiciously like his cologne in this mess. ]

Ehh? What if I'm curious?

[ But the list of things he wouldn't dare do (or ask) is short, it seems. Still, the question comes alongside a playful press of his mouth to the bandages, a kiss just long enough to leave warmth and dampness in its wake. Unlike the feeling that the bitemarks evoked in him, simmering and hot with jealousy, Kizuna is more right-minded now, more comfortable. And as if he was just being rhetorical, he squeezes their interlaced fingers. ]

I'd like your back to stay in good condition, you know. [ For reasons. ] Don't wait too long to replace it.