Joshua denounced Luther harshly: "I deserved the beating already, and now you're scolding me too!"
As he spoke, he shook his head violently, raising both hands to pry Luther's away from his hair. But against Luther, his strength was nothing more than a kitten's scratch, which only made Luther rub even harder.
Ultimately, things returned to their routine: "I'm sorry, I was just joking! You're hurting me, I'm still a patient, you know! If you keep rubbing like that, I'll go bald!"
Only then did Luther let go of Joshua's hair, casually remarking, "You won't go bald. You've got plenty of hair."
Joshua huffed coldly, muttering, "I want to go home, okay?"
Luther looked at him seriously and said, "You had a fever all day and night. You almost kicked the bucket, do you even realize that? I wonder how you danced on stage with that leg."
"There won't be a next time." Joshua clasped Luther's hand, lowering his head slightly as he said softly.
Luther's eye twitched. "Don't act spoiled!"
