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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[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."

[hasaknightjob]

"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?"

[pocketpretzels]

"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."

[pocketpretzels]

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

[hasaknightjob]

"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."

[hasaknightjob]

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

[pocketpretzels]

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

[hasaknightjob]

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

[pocketpretzels]

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

[hasaknightjob]

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."

[hasaknightjob]

"I know it's not fun being tired," Steven said. "But I understand why you don't want to."

[pocketpretzels]

"Thank you, darling," Watts said, taking a moment to put the plate and his coffee cup down on their dresser briefly so he could offer Raphael a pat before heading back on to the balcony.

[hasaknightjob]

"He's pleased," Steven said. "Got a nice, big bed to himself."

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"And he can still keep an eye on us from his spot," Watts noted.

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"Make sure we're safe and sound," Steven agreed. "Even if we're not sharing a blanket with him at the moment."

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"He could join us on the balcony if he wished," Watts mused as he opened the balcony door. Midnight would, of course, make sure that the railings would not permit any misadventure on Raphael's part. "But he appears uninterested."

[hasaknightjob]

"Perhaps too chilly to tempt him out of our blankets," Steven said. Of course Raphael might have a different definition of "our" than Steven was using. "That's all right. More room for you and I to get comfortable."

[pocketpretzels]

"Speaking of," Watts twirl-folded himself down on to the couch, and then after making sure his cup and plate were safely on the table, patted the spot next to him.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven smiled, charmed as always by the twirl. He sat down in the indicated spot, put his cup on the table, then went to tuck the blanket around them again.

[pocketpretzels]

Naturally, Watts immediately scooted as close to Steven as possible.

[hasaknightjob]

Also naturally, Steven reached over Llewellyn's lap to tuck the blanket in around him to help keep Llewellyn nice and close.