[ By the time Gino slips out of his room, pads the short distance down the hall to Jeremiah's, and sneaks in, it's after dark. He didn't give it much time in-between Jeremiah being called away on some errand or another and when he got up, thoroughly ravished and a little sore and completely nude. Maybe five minutes. Five minutes to lay there and catch his breath, to watch the older man get dressed and leave (and smile coyly at him from a mound of blankets as he closed the door behind him), and think a little. Just a little thinking. A little thinking about how he did miss Jeremiah. A lot. And he had sort of hoped to have more time to appreciate his being back.
With that in mind, he wraps himself up in a sheet and sneaks into the Knight of Two's quarters as soon as he gets the chance. He spies a sliver of light coming from a doorway in the opposite direction and glances over his shoulder, smiles innocently at Dorothea's judging stare, and then disappears into the bedroom without a word.
He means to wait up for Jeremiah to return, but ultimately he ends up asleep, draped thinly with the sheet from his room and sprawled out face-down on his bed, facing the door, with his fingers bunched up in the blankets. What can he say, the old guy did a bigger number on him than he'd thought. ]
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With that in mind, he wraps himself up in a sheet and sneaks into the Knight of Two's quarters as soon as he gets the chance. He spies a sliver of light coming from a doorway in the opposite direction and glances over his shoulder, smiles innocently at Dorothea's judging stare, and then disappears into the bedroom without a word.
He means to wait up for Jeremiah to return, but ultimately he ends up asleep, draped thinly with the sheet from his room and sprawled out face-down on his bed, facing the door, with his fingers bunched up in the blankets. What can he say, the old guy did a bigger number on him than he'd thought. ]