He was exhausted actually – the only thing keeping him up was the intimate awareness that he could not afford to repay Bram any damage to his belongings, and the state of his uniform was perhaps only matched by the state of the flesh that lay beneath it. He was bandaged of course, but he had been in such a rush to at least see Bram before he was whisked off to his next posting he had not bothered to change. Now, he wished he’d taken at least a little time to do so, if only so it would not feel so shameful to grab the man and collapse upon the pale, pristine sofa.
“I could use some rest,” He agreed mildly, “Do you mind if I stay the night – I do not believe I will be excused from duty long,” Not with the state of affairs at any rate – Dauntless would be sailing out as early as tomorrow afternoon provided no damages could be located. “I’ve leave to spend the time ashore, all matters considered.” The benefit of being wounded in battle, it seemed.
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