[Though it was too soon for being marginally less dehydrated to have much of an effect, Emet-Selch felt better on an emotional level just from this much. It was a sign that things were under control, were improving, were understandable and fixable. Mettaton was there and looking so pleased at him for succeeding in the arduous task of Drinking Water, and if it were anyone else, he would've felt condescended to. But instead it was endearing, that he was so invested in his well-being that he could raise his mood a little just by doing an extremely basic task (with assistance). By being relatively alert and coherent.
He would just have to keep improving then, to not worry him, to not have to see the remorse evident in his ears. Finishing with his water, he lets that hand drop, and the Ascian leans that bit more against his Bondmate, allowing himself to relax. He wished he could nuzzle him, bury his face in his neck- but that would take moving and twisting, so leaning closer is all he does for now. He wasn't sure how to express that he didn't consider this to be at all Mettaton's fault, that this was solidly a joint effort in absolute excess, so he settles for... settling, as warmly as his body could manage it.
It yet brings the briefest of smiles to his expression at the distinct sense of heat evident through Bond, clearly inspired by his mention of past studies of his form. How easily prone Mettaton was- how they both were, to each other. Even though it were a current impossibility, it was a nicer thought, and provided another measure of comfort. They weren't ignoring the current situation, the blood and the fear and how fragile it had all been, so quickly- but it wasn't as though attraction and wantings stopped being an undercurrent to their affection. Even if it couldn't be indulged in, it was soothing (and warming) to know it was there.
That Mettaton would still be wanting his blood as well doesn't quite occur to him.
And Emet-Selch only nods a little at Mettaton's mention of showing this Mikasa some sort of imagery of the injury. The Ascian didn't particularly like the idea of anyone else seeing him so weakened, unconscious, unable to defend himself, but accepted that it was necessary in the circumstances. He'd just have to trust in Mettaton's perception of his friend (and she had given him useful advice, so perhaps his judgement of her was correct).]
So you know... a few useful humans after all.
[Any concerns about propriety don't occur to him, and he wouldn't care much about them even if they did. Sure, he wouldn't have gone around displaying the implications brought by being collapsed on someone's bed with their distinctive teeth-marks in his neck, but he also wouldn't have been embarrassed by them.]
Hm... perhaps I'll have to thank her.
[For providing useful advice in part, even though he's likely to have survived regardless, with Mettaton's base instinct regarding covering the wound (and not continuing to drink from it) doing enough to save him. But it was still proper advice, and more importantly, provided the inherent reassurance of being told what to do. Of having something to do, and being able to trust that someone's assessment of what to do was correct. To not be left completely alone in his panic with his possibly-dying Bondmate. That alone was worth gratitude.]
We'll just- have to avoid requiring her... assistance again.
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He would just have to keep improving then, to not worry him, to not have to see the remorse evident in his ears. Finishing with his water, he lets that hand drop, and the Ascian leans that bit more against his Bondmate, allowing himself to relax. He wished he could nuzzle him, bury his face in his neck- but that would take moving and twisting, so leaning closer is all he does for now. He wasn't sure how to express that he didn't consider this to be at all Mettaton's fault, that this was solidly a joint effort in absolute excess, so he settles for... settling, as warmly as his body could manage it.
It yet brings the briefest of smiles to his expression at the distinct sense of heat evident through Bond, clearly inspired by his mention of past studies of his form. How easily prone Mettaton was- how they both were, to each other. Even though it were a current impossibility, it was a nicer thought, and provided another measure of comfort. They weren't ignoring the current situation, the blood and the fear and how fragile it had all been, so quickly- but it wasn't as though attraction and wantings stopped being an undercurrent to their affection. Even if it couldn't be indulged in, it was soothing (and warming) to know it was there.
That Mettaton would still be wanting his blood as well doesn't quite occur to him.
And Emet-Selch only nods a little at Mettaton's mention of showing this Mikasa some sort of imagery of the injury. The Ascian didn't particularly like the idea of anyone else seeing him so weakened, unconscious, unable to defend himself, but accepted that it was necessary in the circumstances. He'd just have to trust in Mettaton's perception of his friend (and she had given him useful advice, so perhaps his judgement of her was correct).]
So you know... a few useful humans after all.
[Any concerns about propriety don't occur to him, and he wouldn't care much about them even if they did. Sure, he wouldn't have gone around displaying the implications brought by being collapsed on someone's bed with their distinctive teeth-marks in his neck, but he also wouldn't have been embarrassed by them.]
Hm... perhaps I'll have to thank her.
[For providing useful advice in part, even though he's likely to have survived regardless, with Mettaton's base instinct regarding covering the wound (and not continuing to drink from it) doing enough to save him. But it was still proper advice, and more importantly, provided the inherent reassurance of being told what to do. Of having something to do, and being able to trust that someone's assessment of what to do was correct. To not be left completely alone in his panic with his possibly-dying Bondmate. That alone was worth gratitude.]
We'll just- have to avoid requiring her... assistance again.