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[ahsatan_natasha]

[ downstairs, last night ]

He's been awake for a while, if silent, hand combing absently through Alex's hair.

His arm is no longer pink.

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[theprettiestone]

Alex has not been awake for a while, and appears to be happy that way.

Wonder how long humans can sleep naturally?

[ahsatan_natasha]

Probably for quite some time, all things considered.

Parry shifts, a little, arm settling around Alex's shoulders, his other hand coming to card through dark hair.

[theprettiestone]

Alex makes a sound that might possibly be an attempt at speech or might just be a sound, and presses against Parry, still half-asleep.

[ahsatan_natasha]

He bends his head, kissing Alex very softly.

He has something to say, which probably shouldn't wait any longer.

But it will wait until Alex is awake, at least.

[theprettiestone]

He makes another muffled half-speech sound and turns, blinking up at Parry sleepily.

"Mmm. Morning."

[ahsatan_natasha]

"Bonne matin, mon chevalier." He smiles a little down at Alex, pressing another soft kiss to his forehead. "Good morning, mon amour."

[theprettiestone]

He smiles up at him sleepily.

"You sleep okay, angel?"

[ahsatan_natasha]

He nods, just slightly, hand still brushing hair out of Alex's face.

"Ouais."

Alex is still sleepy, but perhaps he will sense at some point that his angel has something on his mind.

[theprettiestone]

He frowns slightly, sitting up.

"Something wrong, love?"

[ahsatan_natasha]

Another faint smile, and the arm around Alex's shoulders suggests that he move closer.

"Not... wrong, exactly, non, mais - something I think perhaps I should tell you, for all that I'd rather not."

[theprettiestone]

He does move closer, looking concerned.

"What is it?"

[ahsatan_natasha]

"You were... upset, last night, what with... well."

He nods, a little, to his now-completely-healed right arm, which the day before had been rather thoroughly burned, before Nick had taken care of it.

"I... suppose I thought I should at least offer to tell you about the other recent encounter."

The one that was worse than a burned arm.

[theprettiestone]

He sits up further.

"...the other recent encounter?"

[ahsatan_natasha]

He nods again, feeling as though he should be looking down at his hands, but only one of them is in his lap, the other still at Alex's shoulder, with his arm wrapped around him.

I'm... sorry, Alex, mon amour, that I didn't tell you sooner. I dozed off, and then you were sick or rather poisoned, and... there really just wasn't a good time.

[theprettiestone]

Sshh. Just tell me. It's all right.

[ahsatan_natasha]

He's still wearing his shirt from last night, although at some point it managed to get itself unbuttoned.

He touches a spot on his chest, lightly. There's no scar, because Nick does exceptionally good work.

It's surprising how many people still don't realize that a man's heart is in the center of his chest. So many of them aim too far to the left.

He's watching his hand, not looking at Alex.