"Mm." Raju stands, slow enough that the arm Francis has been leaning his head against doesn't move much. He looks around for a pillow, setting it on top of another so it'll sit on its own at the level of Francis' head before slowly easing his arm away. But not completely away; he presses just a little, enough to suggest Francis lean forward, or at least sit up straighter. "Put your arms out and I'll get that off you, unless you'd like to just hold it up while I work. I'll be quick."

Raju smiles a little. It's hard to see him this way, hurting even doing nothing, sitting there, having hurt himself this way only to be roundly ignored, insulted, backs turned by people who could have tried to protect him. And sitting here hurting now, for that. But that's no reason to let his mood — and so, Francis' — fall every time the subject of that pain comes up. "Advantages?" Raju asks, to distract him. His smile deepens as he takes the hem of what Francis is wearing and starts to lift it upward. "You mean, to tug on people's heartstrings and get what you want? Have you been taking advantage of me, Francis?"