[ at this, he lofts an eyebrow. he's not opposed, naturally, they both know how much he enjoys the priest's blood, but it feels oddly like an appeasement, and after today-- ]
You already lost a lot of blood today. I could smell it on you from the elevator.
[ but that's the only opposition he'll voice. it's stupidly domestic, because why should he care, but he says it anyway.
he's briefly distracted by the hand at his spine, arching a bit like a spoiled cat into the attention because even angry, he can't resist even the barest amounts of affection. it's one of his weaknesses, but there's little to be done for it. he lets out a low hum too, though he's far from moved toward pleasantries.
still, he waits for anderson to get into the tub before climbing in after him, grip tight to his shoulder to keep his balance. it's tricky, but he manages to settle. it's not as though the tub is made for two men of their stature, but he does nothing to remedy that either, just shortening his hair somewhat so it stays out of the way.
he's practically coiled against him, very quickly becoming lazy and tired, but his hand remains at his shoulder as he looks at him. ]
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You already lost a lot of blood today. I could smell it on you from the elevator.
[ but that's the only opposition he'll voice. it's stupidly domestic, because why should he care, but he says it anyway.
he's briefly distracted by the hand at his spine, arching a bit like a spoiled cat into the attention because even angry, he can't resist even the barest amounts of affection. it's one of his weaknesses, but there's little to be done for it. he lets out a low hum too, though he's far from moved toward pleasantries.
still, he waits for anderson to get into the tub before climbing in after him, grip tight to his shoulder to keep his balance. it's tricky, but he manages to settle. it's not as though the tub is made for two men of their stature, but he does nothing to remedy that either, just shortening his hair somewhat so it stays out of the way.
he's practically coiled against him, very quickly becoming lazy and tired, but his hand remains at his shoulder as he looks at him. ]