[ as they get arranged, kon holds out - a flask, shoving it into beau's hands now that she's no longer brainwashed. ] Potion.

[ heal your shit. but otherwise, he's made of limbs and broad shoulders right along with ichiro, so he's just going to let the two of them sort out the arrangements as he lays there in one spot. it's not like he hasn't been bodily laid on by numerous people or anything, eight weeks in, so this isn't that strange a thing to him. especially not with the two of them.

but he is so clearly also tired. ]

I feel like whatever sleep I got after the daycare let out and before these field trips just completely evaporated into thin air.