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[He watches as the curls slip from his fingers, stroking them down Ryan's neck before lifting them again to do the same.]

There likely will be. I suppose I should simply be thankful that I can be alive again. [He guesses... He was, then he wasn't, and now he was again? What next? His fingers curl in place and pause against Ryan's neck.]

Or glad that we can share in something. It's not so easy to have company with something like that, is it? Now tell me, is my job only "pretty good?" [His smile widens, even as dim as it is compared to before. There's still a warmth there. A playfulness.]

You don't have to be thankful just because it's not as bad as it could be.

[That is the sound of Ryan being a Giant Fucking Hypocrite-- and promptly ignoring it, leaning into Oren's hand to encourage more attention as his tail curls more firmly around Oren's arm.]

And you could be doing more than "pretty good" if you helped wash my hair, I'm just saying.

You'll have to release my arm for that, unfortunately.

[His smile warms and he moves closer, shifting and nudging lightly at Ryan to move with him. Give him room for the faucet, the supplies, all of that.]

I can't pass up the chance to toy with your hair. Do forgive me for the lack of space. [He's going to get water on the floor or something, probably. He's still not hesitating in leaning closer and just going for it though.]

D'you really like it that much?

[He can't help but laugh as he says it, cheeks coloring a faint pink at the thought-- though his stubborn tail makes his smile turn into a huff of borderline irritation when he just can't- quite- make it let go.

After a couple of attempts he has to resort to reaching out and unwinding it himself.]

And do you think I'd complain about the lack of space? Come here, jeez.

[There's the laughter again, reaching for one of Oren's hands and tugging it closer to make his point clear. He releases it to shift a little further down into the bathtub, leaning back so he can wet his hair.]

It's cute.

[He offers simply, and as he's pulled closer still, he laughs with Ryan. Lightly, he splashes some of the water at more than just his hair, one arm hooking around Ryan's front to grasp at a shoulder as he nearly slips. But he catches himself, straightening and pulling back enough so that he can wet Ryan's hair, fingers running carefully through to avoid what knots he can.

He does notice that pink, though, and he's all for trying to deepen it.]

The color, the shape, the texture— how could I not? [Again, he runs his hands through, cups them and pours it over higher if he needs to. All the while he's leaning into the bathtub, practically.] Do tell me if I'm not gentle enough.

Ah-

[He can't help a slight wince as Oren combs his fingers through his hair. His mop of curls is unrulier than usual ~~which is all Oren's fault, thanks for the sex hair, jeez~~ and it's all too easy for those fingers to snag in it. Still, with the care he's taking, it's not bad; this is just going to be a pain no matter what.

Exactly why he wanted someone else to do it, honestly.]

No, no, you're... you're good, sorry. It's just kind of a mess, yeah?

[He offers Oren an embarrassed little smile, one that stretches wider at his next thought.]

Though I guess I should get used to that, if you come over again.

I like it like this.

[He states it simply, working out a tangle carefully with his fingers before moving his hand up again. He takes his time before bothering to reach for the shampoo, leaning closer purposefully.]

Perhaps I'll mess it more each time, if it means these minutes spent with you. Will I be invited, next time? [Rather than him inviting himself. He's grinning.]

After all this? Why wouldn't you be?

[Ryan is not a man who anyone would really call sultry, he's just so far from the type-- but sometimes he almost manages it, with heated looks that come with half-lidded eyes, one corner of his mouth quirked lazily. That's exactly what he turns on Oren now, soft amusement in his voice.]

You'd be invited back whether you slept with me or not, though, that's not all I care about. [After a beat:] You just have to promise to wash my hair for me, and we'll be fine.

I don't believe we'll have trouble with either area.

[Laughing as he squirts some shampoo into his palm, he moves forward and kisses the side of Ryan's cheek.] The full treatment. [He begins to massage it into his hair, having no shame in being overly touchy with it. If he's going to do chores like this, he's going to take advantage of the situation.]

How are you feeling now?

Mm... relaxed. Enough of this and I'll go back to sleep right here, consider yourself warned.

[He's not lying, either. The water's still warm enough, this feels good, and it's so comfortable to just- lie here and let Oren take care of his hair for him, let himself indulge in the pleasant warmth of everything all at once.

He wants to be able to get used to this.]

You might have to wake me up again.

Oh, don't leave me with such a difficult task.

[He works his hand through Ryan's hair a bit more than he probably needs to before tapping him to lower himself closer to the water again so he can begin to rinse it.] You'll have to find something to think on to keep yourself awake, I'm afraid.

I guess I can manage that...

[He huffs out a breath, just overblown enough to make it clear he's joking, and obediently leans further back. It means shifting position a bit, and the way he wriggles to scoot down is a fluid, almost natural movement; Ryan's growing more used to this shape, bit by bit, and while it's hardly swimming it's still a step in the right direction.]

Tell me what you've been doing since you got here? I've been realizing I actually don't really know what's been happening with you lately.

[He takes his time with this as he has every other step, running his fingers through Ryan's hair in the water. His smile is a little warmer even as he laughs, gaze focused on where he works.]

Nothing so interesting, I'm afraid. I've been reading.

[Though that's plenty interesting to him, and it shows in the way his eyes light up at the word.] There are so many books, and in such a small city. I've been learning much. It's quite useful when so many things feel strange to me, here.

oren

oren are you around

pls say yes

Will you tell me what pls is if I say yes?

I'm here, yes.

its please but shorter so its easier to type

dont make me pay attention to typing righ t now

[Oh... that sounds kind of sad.]

Is everything alright?

no.

[Look, Oren, he even punctuated a little bit for you. There's some effort here.

The next response takes a minute, though.]

how do you get over things besides with alcohol

bc im already kind of drunk i think

maybe more than kind of i dont know

Things like what, exactly?

Actually, company. Company, I believe, so shall I come over?

no

i mean yeah

i mean

i want you to but its embarrassing ok

Embarrassing? With me? There's no need.

I'm coming right now.

ok fine but no judging

doors not locked

[And the reason for that comment on judgment will be clear as soon as Oren gets there. Ryan's sprawled on his back in the bed, a pillow over his face to block the light (or keep Oren from getting a good look at him); his shirt's a pile of fabric on the floor, he's wearing one sock, and he's doing his best to pretend he's just dead to the world right now.

Maybe it'll get Oren to go away and leave him to wallow. It's not great logic, but look, that's not a strong point for Ryan right now.]

[Now this is a sad sight. He'd told Mattias of his emergency and left quickly, with the same robes he'd arrived in, minus the silver. It doesn't take long to get there, thankfully. Once he's memorized a city, he can maneuver it easily enough— but it's the sight of Ryan that gets his steps to slow.

Still, he approaches the bed, gently nudging against it as he walks to alert Ryan of his presence, if the door wasn't enough.]

Now, will you tell me what's happened, or is it best if I ask?

I'm an idiot, is what happened.

[There's a truly pathetic little groan muffled into the pillow, and he shifts to face away from Oren, the pillow clutched against him as he rolls onto his side.]

You know something? You know-- they said the definition of insanity's doing the same thing over and over and expecting something different to happen. So I guess that's what's wrong with me.

You're no idiot, I know that much.

[Carefully, he slips to sit beside Ryan on the bed, taking up whatever space is left between his body and the edge. His hands are gloved, he was careful to remember that much, but he still moves a hand to trace down Ryan's back, idly comforting.]

But what I don't know is what you think you've done. [His hand pauses at Ryan's back and he turns in towards him more, leaning over him, trying to peer at his face.]

What were you trying?

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