"Oh." So that was what bothered Peter about all of this? It might also explain why he was so on edge as well, beyond how the institute itself was... behaving. The thought that there might be a cultural issue here hadn't really occurred to him, particularly since Brainiac 5 was used to handling a lot of the Legion's field medical requirements, where privacy was generally not a priority.
Still, even with that experience in mind, it was difficult not to tense up as the doctor touched his head.
"Alright," he agreed after a moment, reminding himself to keep still and quiet as Muraki worked. The implants in his forehead hadn't been as bad as other locations, so theoretically this would be the easier of the--
He jumped again as Peter raised what was a very valid point, one that he should have thought of before now.
"Peter's right; we'll need further supplies." His eyes flicked over to his roommate's. "There's a rudimentary first aid kit in my room."
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Still, even with that experience in mind, it was difficult not to tense up as the doctor touched his head.
"Alright," he agreed after a moment, reminding himself to keep still and quiet as Muraki worked. The implants in his forehead hadn't been as bad as other locations, so theoretically this would be the easier of the--
He jumped again as Peter raised what was a very valid point, one that he should have thought of before now.
"Peter's right; we'll need further supplies." His eyes flicked over to his roommate's. "There's a rudimentary first aid kit in my room."