(The kiss is reciprocated easily, gladly, and Ren retrieves his arm to make space for Akechi to undress. His eyes take in every injury, every cut, and his eyes goggle at the sight of deeper wounds that still bleed through the bandage.
Ren can stitch wounds, considering he couldn't have gone to Takemi after he was beaten into a pulp by none other than the police. It's still apparent on his skin, spots where the needle didn't stick quite right and the repeated action, permanent scars of all the kicks that assaulted his stomach, spots that still hurt when pressed hard. In the end, it had just been him and Sojiro. Akechi, on the other hand, doesn't have to patch his own wounds anymore.
Ren excuses himself, leaving a kiss on the man's forehead before he returns with the first-aid kit.)
cw from here foward, stitches, needles, etc
Ren can stitch wounds, considering he couldn't have gone to Takemi after he was beaten into a pulp by none other than the police. It's still apparent on his skin, spots where the needle didn't stick quite right and the repeated action, permanent scars of all the kicks that assaulted his stomach, spots that still hurt when pressed hard. In the end, it had just been him and Sojiro. Akechi, on the other hand, doesn't have to patch his own wounds anymore.
Ren excuses himself, leaving a kiss on the man's forehead before he returns with the first-aid kit.)
Can we take care of it?