"Mhm." Raju nods, still smiling as he takes the sight of him in. Looking at him feels new, even if nothing outside of them — or inside of them, for Francis, in a very literal sense — has changed. Raju will need to do the same chores, prepare the same food, wrap the same bandages in the same way. Everything has changed, even if some of it hasn't.

Raju steals one more quick kiss that becomes just a little less quick than he'd intended as he bites Francis' lip, and he's smiling in a playful, self satisfied sort of way as he pulls back from it. He watches Francis for a moment. Then he stands, finds himself running a hand over Francis' hair, huffs out an amused noise at himself. Even as he picks the bandage up again, his smile only dims. It's still there, and the pleasure is still there, some sharp, excited quality to the warmth inside him.

"Are you ready?" he asks, less because he thinks Francis isn't and more to give him a chance to brace for it. Wrapping this isn't pleasant, but it's necessary, and that's alright. Not so long ago in this very room, Raju was going to lose everything. But he has more now than he'd dreamt he could. The setbacks are worthwhile, compared to that.