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Doffy sits bolt upright in bed, the phantasmal smell of charred flesh still in his nose.
Panting and sweating he reaches for his wine bottle and finds Crocodile's arm instead. The memory of sharing the bed comes flooding back to him and he scowls, turning away.
"Hey," Crocodile grabs his face gently and turns it back towards him. "Hey it's alright."
It isn't easy to let someone outside his family see him this vulnerable but he feels his trembling stop as Crocodile gathers him into his arms and puts kisses across the back of his shoulders.
"Easy, Doffy. I'm here."