The acceptance was as unexpected as anything else. His mind quickened, shifted to catch the change involving, and pressed at comprehension. Nigredo didn't want to keep the things in his room. Surely, he could understand this. See bandages on a hand to know the reasons. His mouth thinned in a quiet anger of a subject unvoiced. "I will, if you want," he answered, voice casually strained.

Silence was noted, body leaning more, and Albedo slowly reached out to touch the cheek facing him. Soft. Familiar. In this, it seemed his brother had turned the other cheek entirely. And now? Was it his move to play?