[A little sad in that breath, but he's quick to correct:]
Just us.
[Because he's here now, and he nuzzles into her neck - breathing her in - feeling grounded with at least one hand on someone important. He'll have to grieve the strangeness of the loss of Ragnor and Oliver (hah), in time, but he knew that was coming eventually. There's never any reward for him feeling happy and complacent - something will always come stir things up and this time he's just lucky it wasn't Willem.]
I should put pants on. You need to give me a tour of wherever-the-fuck we are. Stat.
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[A little sad in that breath, but he's quick to correct:]
Just us.
[Because he's here now, and he nuzzles into her neck - breathing her in - feeling grounded with at least one hand on someone important. He'll have to grieve the strangeness of the loss of Ragnor and Oliver (hah), in time, but he knew that was coming eventually. There's never any reward for him feeling happy and complacent - something will always come stir things up and this time he's just lucky it wasn't Willem.]
I should put pants on. You need to give me a tour of wherever-the-fuck we are. Stat.