But he didn't~. And neither did you~. And you were the one who treated my wound instead of letting me die, too. That was sweet of you.

[He's so onto you, bud. He's laying there in the sauna-side bedding and he's Onto You. He knows that you're full of love secretly. You'd probably really like cats—

Ain is beaming, meanwhile, only flinching sometimes if Add's hand brushes directly over the stitches. That wound still hurts, don't get him wrong, it's just difficult to cut through Ain's chipper attitude.]

Even now, you have the ability to be awful to me, but you're going out of your way to nitpick and fret and be gentle instead.