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[He sucks in a breath at the touch. It's pleasant and he's languidly useless for much more than reacting anyway.]

Ha... Maybe it is both. You having only one motive would be new.

Let us stay like this a little while then. I think I can recover enough to move given some time, and you can finish draining me senseless in bed.

Oh, don't be sensible.

[He leans back though, wiping off the blood on his face before stroking his hair tugging a little lightly on it as he does.]

I'd rather not drown because we both fell asleep.

[I mean they've died weirder ways but they don't have to. He leans into the touch though, humming at the pleasantness of the tug. And then rousing himself to move enough to kiss Emet, blood or no.]

[He kisses him back softly and chaste this time.]

It would be anti-climatic.

[And he does use the water to clean the blood off of Lahabrea's neck.]

[After the kiss his head is going right back to Emet-Selch's shoulder. He lets himself be rinsed without helping, eyes closing again. This is so warm and comfortable and he's a bit drained so really sleep is a real danger.]

Mm. I was supposed to be fussing over you, after all that.

[He chuckles.]

Well, I am enjoying myself. Isn't that good enough?

[Patting his cheek. He does begin to wash him.]

Rest. I'll wake you up when you are clean.

Is it?

[He does have to ponder, sighing as Emet starts washing him. This is soothing.]

No, I will rest a few moments and return the favor.

[Emet is in no shape to be tending himself whatever he says. But he will let Emet-Selch pamper him first, if only to recover some from vertigo. Not that he doesn't also just straight up enjoy indulging in it.]

[It's fine. He can't just feel the lower half of his body due to the numbness spreading. Lahabrea was right that he wouldn't be able to get up.]

It is.

[He cleans him quickly but softly. Petting his hair with his free hand when he can.]

How lovely you are.

[He knows what he did to you Emet-Selch, and it was rough, as much as it was fun. He hums softly at the petting and cleaning, honestly out of it and relaxed enough to react rather honestly and openly instead of being the awkward huffy bitch he so often is. He does blink at the comment, and if he had any blood left he'd probably blush.]

Where did that come from?

[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.]

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