Raju wants to stay this close. He wants to keep leaning in this way to watch Francis eating the meal that Raju made. Such as it is. It's a sorry, simple thing as meals go, but it's keeping him alive. Helping him heal. He wants to move his hand from the edges of Francis' beard deep into it, and touch his jaw underneath and feel the shape of him.

Francis seems to be focusing only on his tea. He's doing it for a reason. Raju leans backward in small and stilted increments, his gaze at least able to stay exactly where it is.

"And until then?" His thumb rubs over the hair at Francis' chin one more time, slowly, before it sinks down to the armrest, gripping it. "I'll just have to look at it?"