[There's a pause as England reaches out to take the disinfectant from Ginger. He doesn't want this to turn into a fight. And, in that moment of stillness, he has enough time to reflect on his own...fussiness. He always worries about America, better judgment be damned, but perhaps this is a bit...excessive.
A flush starts to gather in his cheeks as he grabs the bottle.] Thank you, Ginger. [The imploring edge is gone from his voice, his overall manner much more subdued now.
He clears his throat and tries to pretend nothing was ever out of the ordinary.] ...just let me clean the one on the back of your neck, all right? It looks awful.
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A flush starts to gather in his cheeks as he grabs the bottle.] Thank you, Ginger. [The imploring edge is gone from his voice, his overall manner much more subdued now.
He clears his throat and tries to pretend nothing was ever out of the ordinary.] ...just let me clean the one on the back of your neck, all right? It looks awful.
[A compromise, or something.]