"Alfendi-" Hershel started what was no doubt a valid interruption about how he was sure Heiji's mother was a lovely woman who wouldn't be promiscuous with random English men when wow, ears. "Ah-"

That's all he ultimately has to add, why always with the ears. First the fucking foghorn now this. He was going to gratefully take that cotton, offering Heiji a smile for his supreme being a real bro over here, stuffing it into his ears which is kind of a miracle since apparently they don't bother drawing him with legitimate ear canals. Even though he should have been focusing on that great mystery of life he, instead, watched this stupid exchange with a look that was concerned, unimpressed and bordering on rolling his eyes, probably.

"You're both ridiculous." He sighed, voice maybe a little too loud as he pulled out the cloth and looked Alfendi over with concern. "Are you alright? How are your ears?"