"I dunno, he could drown in it." Nataku replied, mock-serious. He hadn't brought any pens with him, forgoing them in favor of scalpels but he fetched one from a nearby desk and started doodling on Hanatarou's cheek while he slept.

"I know we have things to do tonight." He replied, focused on his drawing. "I just don't want him to wake up alone. Not after he worked so hard. He should at least know it was dumb to push himself until he passed out." And that they appreciated it regardless. And that they saw him as more than just a useful thing. Maybe they didn't need to say thank you again, but Nataku believed in deeds over words - the least he could do was wait.