[There is a moment after her request where his head stays cradled in her hands, a slow and sleepy blink keeping him from an open mouthed yawn as he gathers his strength and finds the will to move. He withdraws entirely, both of his hands covered in a mix of fluids as he stands, lazily kicking his clump of pants away. It leaves him in just his half-fastened tunic. Truly, he is a mess.
He doesn’t quite trust the stability of the desk to hold both of their weight, but he obliges anyway, pausing only to search for something to wipe his hands on. It only takes a moment for him to realize that he’s on his own, both hands clenched to fists to try and keep from spreading it all over their shared space. He frowns lightly, the way he often does when he comes in contact with a problem that he can’t solve.]
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He doesn’t quite trust the stability of the desk to hold both of their weight, but he obliges anyway, pausing only to search for something to wipe his hands on. It only takes a moment for him to realize that he’s on his own, both hands clenched to fists to try and keep from spreading it all over their shared space. He frowns lightly, the way he often does when he comes in contact with a problem that he can’t solve.]
Don’t suppose you brought a towel.
[He doesn’t really want to wreck his cape.]