( Javert shudders at the request, looking over at the other man as if he cannot believe what he is asking. Cheol-gang has never desired his comfort, not even when he has been feeling unwell and unlike himself. Javert sits frozen for a moment, uncertain of what to do until his body begins to move for him. Unbuttoning his coat and folding it in his arms, setting it atop bed as a pillow, while the rest of his body follows gently.
He's careful not to jostle the bed too much, knowing his weight and his size, and how tender Cheol-gang's body must be feeling after such an arduous day. )
Can you lay on your side? Or would that be too painful?
( His fingers brush against Cheol-gang's brow, wiping away the sweat that's begun to bead along his forehead, his touch gentle and considerate. )
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He's careful not to jostle the bed too much, knowing his weight and his size, and how tender Cheol-gang's body must be feeling after such an arduous day. )
Can you lay on your side? Or would that be too painful?
( His fingers brush against Cheol-gang's brow, wiping away the sweat that's begun to bead along his forehead, his touch gentle and considerate. )