[Of course he will. The checking on the injury is indulgence, but taking things slow suits him right now. Fenris shifts, letting the shirt ride up, closing his eyes as he feels chilly fingers brush against his skin.]
Fine. Truly, it does.
[He's not just being tough. Really, it does ache, and certainly he ought to keep his movements to a minimum, but it's far from the worst thing he's ever endured. His own hands keep roaming, though sooner or later he ends up at Lorenz's hips, thumbing fondly at the curve there.]
You . . . thank you.
[He pulls back, catching Lorenz's eye with a faint smile.]
For all of this. For caring. For-- [for loving me, which is not what one ought to think in the face of love, but it's true, it makes him so happy he wants to thank Lorenz for the joy of it,] --for being here, with me, like this. It means more than I can say.
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Fine. Truly, it does.
[He's not just being tough. Really, it does ache, and certainly he ought to keep his movements to a minimum, but it's far from the worst thing he's ever endured. His own hands keep roaming, though sooner or later he ends up at Lorenz's hips, thumbing fondly at the curve there.]
You . . . thank you.
[He pulls back, catching Lorenz's eye with a faint smile.]
For all of this. For caring. For-- [for loving me, which is not what one ought to think in the face of love, but it's true, it makes him so happy he wants to thank Lorenz for the joy of it,] --for being here, with me, like this. It means more than I can say.