Every time he bit me, Leo always took care of me afterwards. As such, I need to do the same.
I offered him my blood, but he swears he's fine without it.
So, I make him sit in the bathtub and rub his hair with his favourite shampoo. I also caress his shoulders with the foam while he relaxes and closes his eyes.
He's fine, not a trace of discomfort or cold. Yet, he stops complaining when it supposedly becomes pleasant. He doesn't feel bad at being taken care of, apparently.
I hug him from behind and lean my head on his shoulder. The foam tickles my nose, but I ignore it.
«I've already cooked dinner,» I say. «Even though we usually have breakfast at this hour.»
«It was a very long day,» Leo sighs, reaching out to my head and playing with a lock of hair. «You haven't slept a single hour yet.»
«It's fine. I don't feel tired.»
Actually, I feel great. And oh, damn it, I do feel.
