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[And that is why he wanted to do this. To get him to bring down his walls as feeble as they are between the two of them.]

It was always true. I'm just commenting on it. It's ... satisfying to see you relaxed like this even if it is temporary.

[It's not as if he means to have any walls with Emet-Selch really. Force of habit and embarrassment more often than anything.

He rouses himself more, speaking of embarrassment, though he doesn't have the energy to get too flustered.]

I confess I do want to see you relaxed and happy myself.

[He is trying to move out of Emet's lap.]

It is your turn.

I'm more content than I have been in a while and that is in no small part because you are here.

[He nods and still has a hand loosely around his waist just to steady him to make sure he doesn't slip.]

[He is moving carefully but the hand does give him confidence! And he smiles his appreciation, reaching to nudge Emet around so he can wash him, as gently conscientious of his many bruises as he can be.]

The sentiment is returned. You must know I have not relaxed so much in eons. Not just right now, but lately.

[He can't help but wince and hiss as he moves even the small amount. His skin is definitely a plethora of colors all around.]

Do not think I imagine you not diligent in our duty, but I am glad to hear it. And perhaps distance has made the heart grow fonder.

[He's gentle as hell but, well, it probably still doesn't feel great getting cleaned even so. He'll stroke whatever bits of undamaged skin he finds soothingly though.]

I wonder if it is not the reverse. Certainly missing you and Elidibus was always an ache in the back of things, but there was much I had forgotten was the actual charm of your company, until recently.

[He'll bite his lip at the pain trying to spare Lahabrea any additional guilt, not that he expects he has much. Though a pained sound escapes every now and again.]

Busy we were. Do not blame yourself. Here we don't have as much opportunity to manipulate. Nor will it always provide benefit.

[He doesn't actually feel at all guilty, though he does wish this could all be done without leaving Emet in actual pain--worst world, where you can't heal so easily with some aetherial help.

He brushes his fingers over the back of Emet's neck, gentle and fond, soothing at the noises of pain.]

It is not self-blame. But... Perhaps some regret. Too focused on precious things we hope to save, but not enough on those still with me.

[He slides his hand down Emet's back, rinsing him off, gently working him clean from shoulders to thighs, being thorough. Which does include gently slipping a finger in his ass to help clean him.]

Nonsense. We'd sacrifice all that we are if it meant getting them back. You overworked yourself, yes, but you never neglected more than your own well being. A problem we will rectify, but even I will admit there is too much idleness here in comparison to our duty before.

[He shivers even in the warm water at the light touch. It's soothing. It's comforting. Even if it is a little painful. And he can't help be a little childishly cheekish when he cleans inside him by reaching back and scraping his nails along Lahabrea's thighs.]

[He remains gentle. Even if he does start a bit, huffing as he carefully cleans Emet, scissoring his fingers and brushing over his skin.]

If you are willing to admit so much I do wonder what work I can have you take on back home.

[That's really tender and he's still under the affects of being a masochist so he can't help but arch his back a little.]

I will no shirk from my duty if it needs to be done as much as I complain.

I know. Ever are you reliable.

[He is tempted to do more, but simply finishes cleaning Emet, then runs his fingers up his spine, gentle.]

Shall we?

[He pauses to grab his chin and pull him into a light kiss.]

If you can stand.

[He returns the kiss gently before pulling away and using Emet and the edge of the tub to stand. He does sway with vertigo but it passes and he offers his hand up.]

Come, we'll both make it somehow.

[He takes it an pulls himself up. Luckily his legs do not give out under him, but they do try. And while the pain is sharp, being able to spend time like this with Lahabrea somehow makes that a minor inconvenience.

And he throws on clothes barely enough to be decent before leaning on the wall.]

[One he is out of the water he's less dizzy, so he gets just dressed enough, buys something on his phone and offers Emet his shoulder.]

You look content.

[As if he isn't himself.]

[He trails his fingers in his hair before taking the offered shoulder.]

When was the last time we spent such quality time together?

[Going to escort this man back to his room and bed, though he won't join him immediately.]

Too long and then some. A moment, if you would.

[He's going to fetch his purchase and return.]

[He lies on the bed, pushing himself up to prop against the wall and waits for him with a questioning expression.]

[He returns with an analgesic bruise cream, sitting on the edge of the bed and motioning for Emet.]

Let me apply this before you put me out of commission.

And that is?

[Not that he's worried or distrusting, but he comes to sit on the edge of the bed as requested.]

Bruise cream, it should relieve some pain as well.

[Setting it down for a moment though because first Emet needs to get naked for like the third time. Having to get dressed to change locations, what a hassle.]

[He sighs so put out. He didn't even button up his shirt because, no, just no. So at least it is easy to maneuver out of.]

These mortal vessels. I should have asked for a change of venue. Though there was something very delectable about it being not in a dream.

[Helping him disrobe and gently pushing at him to lay on his stomach so he can start applying the cream.]

There was. But, well. You shall certainly not forget it swiftly.

[He warms the cream with his fingers a but before starting to rub it over Emet's back, working his way down.]

[Before he lays down he does kiss the shell of Lahabrea's ear.]

It was the point, and now I'm being so delightfully pampered. Thank you.

[He does rest as requested letting out little hisses and the cream is applied.]

Or perhaps you simply wanted to see me blush again.

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