[ There's no further bathroom runs; this is the worst he's been, the scar's infection a particularly awful new symptoms, but he was careful with his dosage and the effects of the ReSculpt leaving his system decrease overnight. Silco is still run down when he awakens, sleep trying to coax him back to her healing arms. He slowly eases back from where he has Stephen in his clutches to find the glass of water left on the bedside, and those cold gulps refresh him all the way to wakefulness. He leans against the headboard with his legs bent, blanket around his hips, gaze on Stephen, who is still in his bed.
He could joke about it, Stephen overextending the typical duties of a physician. Or about the shared bodily fluids more typical of dates. But he doesn't. Instead, he puts his glass back aside and, far more coherently, slides in closer again. Solemn little man, sliding his hand up Stephen's chest, his neck, his jaw, his absurd cheekbones. A fond and fragile touch. Beneath all the bandages his expression is like a man watching his first sunset.
A soft hum. ]
Go back to sleep. I'm just going to shower.
[ Being clean always calms his mind — and the warm water is a luxury that he can indulge in without any ill effects. ]
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He could joke about it, Stephen overextending the typical duties of a physician. Or about the shared bodily fluids more typical of dates. But he doesn't. Instead, he puts his glass back aside and, far more coherently, slides in closer again. Solemn little man, sliding his hand up Stephen's chest, his neck, his jaw, his absurd cheekbones. A fond and fragile touch. Beneath all the bandages his expression is like a man watching his first sunset.
A soft hum. ]
Go back to sleep. I'm just going to shower.
[ Being clean always calms his mind — and the warm water is a luxury that he can indulge in without any ill effects. ]