"That isn't the point." Did Suzaku have no sense at all? Not that Lelouch actually needed that question answered when it was obvious that he didn't. Why was it that the only things that didn't change about his knight were the ones that he actually wanted to?

Blushing, frowning, and avoiding eye contact even though this was hardly the first time he'd been shirtless in front of Suzaku or even the first time they'd both been shirtless, Lelouch lowered the hand shielding his face and fervently hoped that this wouldn't take too long. On top of being completely unnecessary, it was perfectly ridiculous that Suzaku should feel the need to go to such lengths to take care of him. This had to be his overprotective side reasserting itself, and with Lelouch's pride still stinging from the way he'd carried him across the recreational field, being fussed over like this was simply unbearable.

"I knew you would make a wonderful nanny," he muttered darkly, trying not to wince as all of the attention being given to his wounds made it more or less impossible to block out the pain anymore. He wished he could lie down, but with Suzaku still working and the fact that he'd probably soak the sheets with blood if he didn't get this taken care of first-- damn it, why did his knight have to know him so well? "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"