[And he can wait, once Chris explains his intiative. He excuses himself from the concerned look to fetch the knitted blanket from the couch and an additional mug for the tea, then heads out to the back porch to meet her.
His bearing is regal, chin held high and gaze hard, though not unkind when he sees her and holds out the mug. The over-sized shirt that absolutely isn't his does nothing to hide the lingering belt-bruise on his throat or the angry red, circular, burns left in the met of his forearm as he holds the mug out to her.]
You keeping warm is what I want.
[There's still a rougher quality to his voice, but it's firm.]
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[And he can wait, once Chris explains his intiative. He excuses himself from the concerned look to fetch the knitted blanket from the couch and an additional mug for the tea, then heads out to the back porch to meet her.
His bearing is regal, chin held high and gaze hard, though not unkind when he sees her and holds out the mug. The over-sized shirt that absolutely isn't his does nothing to hide the lingering belt-bruise on his throat or the angry red, circular, burns left in the met of his forearm as he holds the mug out to her.]
You keeping warm is what I want.
[There's still a rougher quality to his voice, but it's firm.]