"Mm," he says again, and the idea of it not taking long compels him to look back up, and then not make himself look away. If Francis does this, Raju will have to just sit here knowing that he's doing it— but if he finishes, Raju won't get to see at all. Terrible either way. But, well, it feels good doesn't it? Raju finds that he wants that, the feeling, even if he can't match it to the kind of action that he'd like.

His eyes track the flannel moving over Francis' skin. He wants to be the one doing that. That hand should be his hand. When he thinks it, briefly, it's as if he can feel it there.

For a moment Raju the thought both sit where they are, quietly. "I should do that for you," he decides to say, voice lower and gaze now fixed, the decision too close to when he's actually said it to bother holding himself back. "Later. Once you're well."