[Franciscus hums a little when he notices the bruises, running his fingers over them gently as Osomatsu curls against him. Eventually, though, his arm moves back up to curl over Osomatsu's side, pulling him closer so that Franciscus can press a kiss against the corner of his eye. After just watching him for a bit, Franciscus slowly closes his eyes as well, curling his body around Osomatsu's so that they're pressed tightly together.]

...love you. [It's a soft whisper, but he feels he needs to say it, whether Osomatsu hears or not.]