#baizhu: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

[tenebriism]

"Mmm... how are you feeling, dearest... ?" Crawling up behind Baizhu as the taller man sits on their Shared bed, Petrae's hands reach for his husband's shoulders and, gently, begin to knead and rub any tension that he happens to find there. With how frail the younger man's constitution remains, the scholar knows that Baizhu's prone to becoming sore as a result. That alone has been enough reason for Petrae to learn how to give his beloved massages.

Leaning forward, the artificial man brushes some of Baizhu's verdant hair aside and presses a kiss to the back of his neck. "Was the clinic busy today... ? I am sorry that I was not there to be of help..."

Baizhu must be strong in the presence of others. As the one a great deal of Liyue, and even beyond, relies upon for affordable, trustworthy care, to be anything less than an unmovable pillar of strength is simply OUT OF THE QUESTION.

Petrae, though, he can remove the mask around... be HUMAN rather than a medical superhero again. The weary doctor had already submitted himself to another bedridden evening, tea sitting by the lantern on the nightstand and glasses just adjacent, but he relaxes MORE as his beloved slips into bed behind him and kneads at tense, aching muscles. " Better now that you have returned home... " He mumbles, struggling already to remain upright and awake. Petrae has a certain magical presence that can ebb away all manner of stress and woes, and for a man ADDLED with it day in and day out, he is ever thankful to have the scholar in his life.

" Mm... the only thing I will fault you for is forcing me to suffer without your presence. Qiqi and Gui were there to help me with other matters... " Both blessings in their own right that the ill doctor would never take for granted, but to be IN LOVE meant to yearn for the object of his affection's attention every waking moment of everyday. " Were you able to tend to everything you needed to, lovely? Tell me about your day. " He turns the conversation back to Petrae, if only so he may listen to the scholar's comforting voice even more as he leans back against him. He'll drift away to the realm of slumber soon enough -- he always does when tended to like this -- but to be lulled to sleep like this will promise pleasant dreams and much more restful night.

@ironbloodcd ;; ♥