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[goddamngrenades]

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[agnominal]

As did I.

[ With another soft sound he lingers here, taking in that silent promise between the two of them before patting his side lightly. ]

Come. We should clean up. Food should likely be in order.

[goddamngrenades]

Right, waffles.

[ He'd promised and he means to deliver, even if peeling away is a little uncomfortable. ]

[agnominal]

[ He keeps his eye on his movements, to see if he requires assistance. After a time, he moves after him anyway, aware of his own aches even as he slips from the bed to follow.

It's a good ache. He'll happily carry this with him. ]

[goddamngrenades]

[ There's a twinge as he rolls off and pulls away from Locus entirely- like he expected? He's going to be feeling this for awhile. Even getting to his feet is gonna take a moment, legs still a little shaky.

He levers himself up and curls his fingers around Locus' wrist, tugging him in the direction of the bathroom. Regular quarters? Use sonics. This house? Has a goddamn hottub. ]