Len eventually fell asleep from fatigue as I finished wiping off his body. I rummaged through his medicine cabinet, smearing some medicine on his wounds from my obsession with marking him.
He sighs in his sleep, rolling onto his side as I caressed his head and gave him a gentle peck on the forehead. I felt a hint of pity welling up in my heart as I thought of how easily he gave in to me.
I suppose that's why I felt the tendency to treat him a little nicer despite my original reasoning to use him as leverage against that 'brother' of mine. I stroke his cheek gently, wondering what to make of this feeling when Len holds my hand in his sleep.
