Hell. He thought he’d been quiet with that one. He’d twisted, or moved too fast, or some other damn thing as he’d been washing up in the water closet, and now he can’t walk without feeling all those still-healing muscles screaming in protest. He’s sore, damn it. He absolutely loathes that he’s feeling this way, a setback brought on by just the slightest of indulgences.
“Mhm,” he answers simply, refusing to say anything more. Rama will blame himself, he’ll feel guilty, he’ll start handling Crozier with kid gloves again - maybe he’ll even regret doing what they did. Crozier can’t abide any of that.
Painfully aware that he’s being watched, he holds his breath as he finishes his walk back to the bench. He’s supposed to be helping with their supper; he’s fairly sure he can continue chopping some herbs for their fish without looking like he’s in agony. Maybe it’s just over-exertion of his muscles, and after some rest tonight he’ll be just fine.
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Hell. He thought he’d been quiet with that one. He’d twisted, or moved too fast, or some other damn thing as he’d been washing up in the water closet, and now he can’t walk without feeling all those still-healing muscles screaming in protest. He’s sore, damn it. He absolutely loathes that he’s feeling this way, a setback brought on by just the slightest of indulgences.
“Mhm,” he answers simply, refusing to say anything more. Rama will blame himself, he’ll feel guilty, he’ll start handling Crozier with kid gloves again - maybe he’ll even regret doing what they did. Crozier can’t abide any of that.
Painfully aware that he’s being watched, he holds his breath as he finishes his walk back to the bench. He’s supposed to be helping with their supper; he’s fairly sure he can continue chopping some herbs for their fish without looking like he’s in agony. Maybe it’s just over-exertion of his muscles, and after some rest tonight he’ll be just fine.