[ A laugh bubbles up into Rei's throat the minute Eichi starts pouting, because it's cute, and that's really only heightened by the way Eichi tilts his head and pulls at Rei's wrist with all the useless strength you'd expect from someone chronically hospitalized.

Rei lets go, obligingly, and one reaches back out to helpfully tuck Eichi's ears further underneath the hood, letting his fingers drift across the soft fur maybe a little more than is strictly necessary. ]

You're gonna go blamin' me for every little thing that goes wrong in your life now? [ Rei swings an arm down low, though, casually protective as it slips around Eichi's waist so they can walk together. The last thing that Rei really wants is for Eichi to wind up sick, and Rei doesn't relish the thought of dealing with even private hospitals and doctors when Eichi is still leporidae-afflicted. ]

Don't call me God; had enough of that when I was younger.