At this point Suzaku shouldn't be startled by anything Lelouch did, but his eyes widened even further at that smile. He wasn't sure if he wanted to contemplate exactly what Lelouch was thinking or how he felt about Suzaku, because that wasn't something he was prepared to consider. Just. . . not yet. He couldn't, even as the lines of his face softened unconsciously in response to Lelouch's smile.

The yelp and ensuing protests, on the other hand, were completely predictable. "What?" Suzaku asked a bit testily. As amusing as they might be sometimes, he would never fully understand what lay behind all of Lelouch's inhibitions. It wasn't like he was nude, just shirtless. And Lelouch was shirtless too, so where was the problem? "Won't you need your bedsheets to sleep on? And it's just a shirt. I'll probably wake up wearing a new one in the morning."

Suzaku eyed Lelouch's wounds consideringly for a minute, suppressing the urge to smirk at the other boy's blush. Then he leaned back in, gently pressing one strip of cloth against the cuts on his right shoulder before nudging Lelouch's arm so he could pass the end underneath. He wrapped it around once more, then tied off the ends and moved on to the next one. It wouldn't hold that well, but he'd made a longer strip that he could wrap around Lelouch's torso and under his arms to help keep the other bandages in place.