Right, that's quite enough vulnerability for one day! The comfortable costume goes back on. Faintly amused mouth, easy eyes, relaxed shoulders. Opaque. When in doubt, act like everything's going to plan.
(Even so, he can't stop glancing at John: not nervous looks, but frequent ones. At the tentacles, the gold, the horns. At his expressions. At the natural way Arthur touches him, as if their skin is still shared. Did he spend the last few hours holding Charlie like a mother hen in his robe, in his goddamn lap? Both smaller than they used to-- no, no, no, kibosh. Veto.)
"Oh, food'd be marvellous," he says readily, and he points himself towards the couch. "I could eat a god damn horse. We can fight about whether I owe you later. At very least I owe you both a hell of a thanks."
He starts to root one-handed through the pile of clothes and whatnot, while the other hand pins his blanket in place.
Re: /bullies brain
(Even so, he can't stop glancing at John: not nervous looks, but frequent ones. At the tentacles, the gold, the horns. At his expressions. At the natural way Arthur touches him, as if their skin is still shared. Did he spend the last few hours holding Charlie like a mother hen in his robe, in his goddamn lap? Both smaller than they used to-- no, no, no, kibosh. Veto.)
"Oh, food'd be marvellous," he says readily, and he points himself towards the couch. "I could eat a god damn horse. We can fight about whether I owe you later. At very least I owe you both a hell of a thanks."
He starts to root one-handed through the pile of clothes and whatnot, while the other hand pins his blanket in place.