Jouno's fingers are lighter now the higher up they move on Tetchō's thigh, until they're barely touching him at all. He's purposely not making this easy, wanting to see how far he can push until Tetchō cracks in some manner. For now, he seems to be holding himself together surprisingly well.

So Jouno brushes his fingers against Tetchō's hip, a devious smile on his face. "It's normal, but we're not," he answers. "I suppose I'm a little tired as well, though." It, unfortunately, isn't enough for him to sleep well in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar noises, so he suspects he'll be up for most of the night. As Hunting Dogs, they can run on little sleep, so it won't be as much of a problem as it might have been otherwise.

"You smell awful." It's a miracle that Jouno hasn't complained (much) until now, considering the lengthy fight they'd had that day. "You should let me bathe you." It isn't the first time he's offered to do so -- even back on base, when they get the showers alone together, Jouno will scrub Tetchō down before the other has a chance to protest. It'd almost be sweet were it not for the violent way that Jouno does so, focused entirely on getting Tetchō clean and less the experience of bathing together.

Here, though, it's a little different. It feels more intimate.

Jouno doesn't entirely hate it.