Midnight Manor Private Residence, Sunday Night

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Well, it sure has hell had been a day. There was a lot of bread currently populating both the private residence's and the boarding house's kitchen, let's just put it that way. And we won't even talk about the dough in the freezer.

Eventually, though, Watts had slipped into bed exhausted, falling asleep rather immediately.

The smell of vomit and sweat hit him like a wave as soon as he stepped inside.

It was overwhelming, he was practically choking on it. He wanted to run, be anywhere but here- but at the same time, he knew he needed to be here, this might be the last-

Watts awoke with a gasp, scrambling out of the bed and scribbling a quick note for Steven indicating that he'd be on the balcony. He threw on a pair of trousers and a shirt without checking whose they were- probably Steven's, honestly, judging by the softness of the fabric if nothing else- and all but flung himself out the balcony door and on to the outdoor sofa.

[ooc: details of conversation NFB please!]

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[pocketpretzels]

Bread was his go-to when stressed, because he found the kneading soothing. "I was craving something sweet," he said. And not surprisingly, had combined two favourites with chocolate and orange.

[hasaknightjob]

"Perhaps tomorrow we can have something nice to go with your bread," Steven said. He got out one of Llewellyn's favorite mugs for his coffee. "Soup, maybe."

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"Soup sounds nice," Watts agreed. "Uncomplicated."

Not to mention warm and comforting.

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Those were all the reasons Steven had picked it. That and it would be nice to sop up broth with Llewellyn's bread.

"Hopefully we can take things easy tomorrow," Steven said. "No more bad surprises."

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"No more surprises," Watts said in agreement.

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"We could do anything you like?" Steven suggested. "Tomorrow, I mean. Well, now as well. If it helps you feel better?"

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"You're sweet, as always," Watts said, coming over to press a kiss to Steven's cheek. "Perhaps- something outdoors?"

[hasaknightjob]

"A walk along the beach perhaps?" Steven suggested.

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"That sounds lovely," Watts agreed.

[hasaknightjob]

"Perhaps for lunch a picnic by the water?" Steven said.

The coffee was ready so Steven began pouring it into the mugs and preparing Llewellyn's the way he liked it.

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Which got him a silent look of thanks and a smile from Watts.

"One last hurrah before the weather turns, most likely," he said. Not that they couldn't enjoy the outdoors in the cold, but picnics would be harder.

[hasaknightjob]

"Precisely," Steven said as he handed Llewellyn his coffee. "The last of the warm weather for a while."

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Watts held the mug in both hands, taking a deep breath before he took a sip, after which he shot Steven a brilliant smile. "Perfect. Thank you, darling."

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"Of course," Steven said. He reached up to brush a lock of Llewellyn's hair away from his face. "Have to take care of the love of my life, don't I?"

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"You don't have to," Watts said, leaning in to the touch. "But you do. And I am incredibly grateful for that."

[hasaknightjob]

"It's not an obligation," Steven said, since he knew thinking of it as such could be a sore spot for Llewellyn. "But something that I like to do. You mean a great deal to me. It makes me happy if you're well cared for."

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"Ever my Gentleman Knight," Watts said fondly. "Shall we abscond back upstairs, then?"

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"I was just about to ask," Steven said. He held out his arm for Llewellyn to take, since doing so would leave his hands free to hold his coffee and the plate of biscuits.

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Watts looped his arm with Steven's, and then picked up the plate of cookies. "Ready."

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Steven led the way back upstairs. "It's a nice diversion, really. After the day we've all had. You, me, quiet, together."

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"No sharp edges here," Watts said. "For either of us." Now that he wasn't planning on sleeping, anyway.

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Steven gave Llewellyn's arm a squeeze. "I like the sound of that. No sharp edges for you at least?"

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"Not so long as my eyes remain open, I think."

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Steven looked concerned at that. "I'll be there if you drift off. I promise."

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"I knew I could rely on you," Watts said. "Even though I know you would rather I sleep."