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hasaknightjobAfter the events of the day - particularly the evening - Steven couldn't get himself and Llewellyn back to their accommodations quickly enough. It was a cold comfort that Llewellyn being injured meant that Steven could at least keep contact with him under the pretense of helping him stay upright. What Steven wanted was to cling to Llewellyn and not let go.
At least they didn't have to go far, and the room they were staying in was their own. A shared room, under the ruse that they didn't have enough money to afford separate ones. Two beds, of course. But at least the room was theirs and had a door which could be closed and locked and thus provide them with privacy as soon as they were in it.
Though once they were in it Steven hesitated. He wanted to hold Llewellyn but neither did he want to hurt him. "Llew - I - what can I do?"
To him, with him, to help him. It was an open ended question.
[NFB/NFI due to distance. For the beau who has been shot omg]
At least they didn't have to go far, and the room they were staying in was their own. A shared room, under the ruse that they didn't have enough money to afford separate ones. Two beds, of course. But at least the room was theirs and had a door which could be closed and locked and thus provide them with privacy as soon as they were in it.
Though once they were in it Steven hesitated. He wanted to hold Llewellyn but neither did he want to hurt him. "Llew - I - what can I do?"
To him, with him, to help him. It was an open ended question.
[NFB/NFI due to distance. For the beau who has been shot omg]
