The easy affection is novel, but not unwanted. If he’s lucky enough to continue being on the receiving side he just may get used to it, and wouldn’t that be a lovely little life? He smiles and caresses the curve of his neck, happy to just share in this moment with him without wanting for more.
The healing continues as Crozier refuses to jeopardize his health again, even if not touching Rama is so frustrating it’s almost insidious. He can stare all he wants, flirt all he wants, moon and long and admire, but he cannot touch and it’s driving him to distraction. But the happy day comes when Svetlana visits and gives him that final check - his breathing will never be the same, but he’s as fully healed as he’ll ever be. No long fragile or frail, able to walk and work and forage and all the things he’s been itching to do since the fight with Hickey.
He and Ram eat their dinner together and talk about the day, as they usually do, Crozier keeping that one vital detail to himself as they enjoy the fish pie Svetlana delivered earlier that day. They clean up and build the fire and lay the furs for their bed, Crozier doing a little light reading before he dims the lanterns and secures the doors and windows. He crawls into the furs and lays on the side he’s typically occupied, still holding onto his news.
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The easy affection is novel, but not unwanted. If he’s lucky enough to continue being on the receiving side he just may get used to it, and wouldn’t that be a lovely little life? He smiles and caresses the curve of his neck, happy to just share in this moment with him without wanting for more.
The healing continues as Crozier refuses to jeopardize his health again, even if not touching Rama is so frustrating it’s almost insidious. He can stare all he wants, flirt all he wants, moon and long and admire, but he cannot touch and it’s driving him to distraction. But the happy day comes when Svetlana visits and gives him that final check - his breathing will never be the same, but he’s as fully healed as he’ll ever be. No long fragile or frail, able to walk and work and forage and all the things he’s been itching to do since the fight with Hickey.
He and Ram eat their dinner together and talk about the day, as they usually do, Crozier keeping that one vital detail to himself as they enjoy the fish pie Svetlana delivered earlier that day. They clean up and build the fire and lay the furs for their bed, Crozier doing a little light reading before he dims the lanterns and secures the doors and windows. He crawls into the furs and lays on the side he’s typically occupied, still holding onto his news.