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Emmrich looks down from his book as Viago shifts against him. “Emmrich?” He’s understandably exhausted given his myriad of injuries from his contract.
“Rest, Dearest. It’s just the two of us. We’re in our room. The doors are locked. I’ve already triple checked all your measures.” He grumbles, shifting slightly. Emmrich moves his free hand to card through his lover’s curly hair, letting the emotionally constipated man relax just a little bit more in his embrace.
“Can’t…” Comes his predictable response. “What—“ The attempt warms his heart.
“Viago. Dearest. I’ve already taken care of everything. There’s nothing outside of this room you need to worry about. Right now, you just need to focus on healing. I’ll take care of everything else.” Finally, the stubborn man relaxes, snuggling deeper into Emmrich’s side. A soft smile forms as Viago’s breathing slows.
Emmrich returns to his book, filing away the thought that he really must thank Rook for bringing them together. He doesn’t know what he’d do without Viago.