[He does, in fact, want to hear war stories, because it's a side of Lorenz he barely knows, but also, what a clause. He wrinkles his nose for a few moments, petulant, before nodding.]
I-- all right.
[He won't argue with the need for rest, but he also will at least help mop up those bloodstained footprints. And does, though truthfully, a lot of it is just carrying around the mop bucket and emptying it when it gets too, hm, bloody.
And then he goes to wash up, dipping into the shower before crawling gingerly into bed. He pulls Lorenz close the moment he climbs into bed with him, his shirt off and his bloody leather trousers switched to sweatpants. Hello, darling.]
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I-- all right.
[He won't argue with the need for rest, but he also will at least help mop up those bloodstained footprints. And does, though truthfully, a lot of it is just carrying around the mop bucket and emptying it when it gets too, hm, bloody.
And then he goes to wash up, dipping into the shower before crawling gingerly into bed. He pulls Lorenz close the moment he climbs into bed with him, his shirt off and his bloody leather trousers switched to sweatpants. Hello, darling.]