[ Fenris's chest still softly heaves in the dark, but he too is otherwise silent for a while. It's another couple minutes more before he makes himself let go of the pleasant drained haze settling over his bones long enough to tug up his breeches once more, preferring more than anything else to have another layer between him and the cool sea air puffing into the room.
He can only stare at the wall, mind blessedly empty. Already the various pains and stings in his body are crawling back to his senses, but he's tired, and he's... been helped, tonight, no matter how twisted a shape it's taken.
He's been here with Anders long enough to know that the man dislikes prolonged silence and the isolation it suggests, so when an indeterminate length of time passes containing nothing but breathing, he knows. He has taken something that was not his to take, perhaps something that was not even truly Anders's to give, and the worst thing of all is that he is shamed and grateful but he does not regret it.
An apology would be meaningless. What Fenris decides to do instead is drag himself forward a short distance and then turn over, patting his hand once on the warmed patch he just occupied. ]
You'll catch your death there.
[ He sounds ruined, the ache in his belly still echoing pleasantly and not pleasantly. ]
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He can only stare at the wall, mind blessedly empty. Already the various pains and stings in his body are crawling back to his senses, but he's tired, and he's... been helped, tonight, no matter how twisted a shape it's taken.
He's been here with Anders long enough to know that the man dislikes prolonged silence and the isolation it suggests, so when an indeterminate length of time passes containing nothing but breathing, he knows. He has taken something that was not his to take, perhaps something that was not even truly Anders's to give, and the worst thing of all is that he is shamed and grateful but he does not regret it.
An apology would be meaningless. What Fenris decides to do instead is drag himself forward a short distance and then turn over, patting his hand once on the warmed patch he just occupied. ]
You'll catch your death there.
[ He sounds ruined, the ache in his belly still echoing pleasantly and not pleasantly. ]
Rest.