[The combination of drugs in his system and the fact something big and traumatic recently happened means he's slightly more emotional than usual.]
[But even if he wasn't, the action might have still made his eyes well up.]
[Sure, the nurses had fussed over him appropriately, but it was their job. And Jason had fussed over him, but it was all practical. He'd needed help, he'd needed to be covered with blankets sometimes, needed his arm propped up. Eda had also been kind and thought to give him a new blanket, the orange monstrosity Dylan just pulled out of the dryer.]
[It's that he thought to warm it first. There's a care to that that's not just dealing with the practicalities of Hunter being cold. It's not attending to a basic need - something even Belos had sometimes done. It's about comfort.]
[It's tender.]
[A tear runs sideways from the corner of his eye down over his temple and into his hair.]
[It's too tender. It's too kind. Those are things that he soaks up like a cactus gone far too long without water, but even he has his limits. And the other people he's accepted kindness from knew everything about him. And even they weren't this affectionate. The friendships were still too new.]
[This feels wrong to him sometimes. Like he's been deceiving him somehow.]
You keep being so nice to me but there are things you don't know about me, you know.
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[But even if he wasn't, the action might have still made his eyes well up.]
[Sure, the nurses had fussed over him appropriately, but it was their job. And Jason had fussed over him, but it was all practical. He'd needed help, he'd needed to be covered with blankets sometimes, needed his arm propped up. Eda had also been kind and thought to give him a new blanket, the orange monstrosity Dylan just pulled out of the dryer.]
[It's that he thought to warm it first. There's a care to that that's not just dealing with the practicalities of Hunter being cold. It's not attending to a basic need - something even Belos had sometimes done. It's about comfort.]
[It's tender.]
[A tear runs sideways from the corner of his eye down over his temple and into his hair.]
[It's too tender. It's too kind. Those are things that he soaks up like a cactus gone far too long without water, but even he has his limits. And the other people he's accepted kindness from knew everything about him. And even they weren't this affectionate. The friendships were still too new.]
[This feels wrong to him sometimes. Like he's been deceiving him somehow.]
You keep being so nice to me but there are things you don't know about me, you know.