[This has always been Wriothesley's biggest problem. Putting himself in someone's hands. Letting himself be cared for when it wasn't a medical necessity. Delegating work to people who are more suited was different from letting others help him, but it felt safer to lick his own wounds. He would less likely get hurt even more.
He can't help but laugh a little though. It's a little disbelieving. It isn't that he didn't believe Pinocchio's words, but that the idea just seems unreal to him.
Still, he is so utterly weak to the gentle touches being offered and he leans into Pinocchio's touch. Eyes fluttered closed and he lets out a shaky exhale.] How can I say no? Alright. I can try. [As of late, he has been trying to let people take care of him. That he doesn't have to keep being a pillar of support every moment.]
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He can't help but laugh a little though. It's a little disbelieving. It isn't that he didn't believe Pinocchio's words, but that the idea just seems unreal to him.
Still, he is so utterly weak to the gentle touches being offered and he leans into Pinocchio's touch. Eyes fluttered closed and he lets out a shaky exhale.] How can I say no? Alright. I can try. [As of late, he has been trying to let people take care of him. That he doesn't have to keep being a pillar of support every moment.]