When Tyki had left on his little side-trip, he hadn't expected to be in pain and exhausted while returning, but he couldn't very well stay away from Switzerland until he was fully-recovered. He stepped straight from the Ark into the bathroom just off the master bedroom, stripped off all of his clothes and stepped into a very hot shower
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As Tyki's training deep under the surface was emerging now, so was Zechs'. But his was to be a commander of men, someone who could easily read other and use them appropriately. And he knew the Noah very well. The more he observed him, the clearer his current state was to the soldier. Zechs knew, instinctively, how vulnerable Tyki was; how mailable and easily manipulated he could be at this moment. If he asked anything, for any promise, Tyki would give it to him. No matter what it would be.
In no way was he tempted to secure such a thing from his lover. But the fact the possibility occurred to Zechs sickened him. He stuffed his anger and hurt away somewhere deep inside him, and focused on the role he needed to perform now. More calmly, but firmly, he assured Tyki - quite honestly, "If I am good to you, it is because you deserve it. I love you, Tyki."
"I will always be here for you, should you choose to return to me," he said, keeping a firm tone, trying to emphasize that Tyki was safe here. He grabbed the pills and kept a solid arm around the Noah. Zechs continued, "Sit on the counter, please. I can see the wounds better there."
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