What is this 'relaxation' you speak of?

[brian-durlin.livejournal.com]

Savant leans back onto the blessedly giving cushions of their couch, in quiet awe of his own restraint: he managed to last a whole twenty-four hours before removing the cotton gauze from his nostrils. Given the choice between risking nosebleed and nearly inhaling the damned stuff every time he tries to sleep -- and he's actually been tired enough to sleep; another minor miracle! -- he'll take the risk.

Injuries aside, he's feeling rather good about the entire Sigiorello incident. They all walked away from it, something that he'd very much doubted would happen, and, for now, he's willing to take a day or two to heal and let other matters tend to themselves.

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[love-of-duty.livejournal.com]

There is a look given to Savant before Creote leaves the room. It is only a minute before he is back, with a plate of sandwiches and the same exasperated glare.

"You need to eat."

[brian-durlin.livejournal.com]

"So do you. And you need to sit down." Savant sets his cup down again and folds his arms over his chest.

[love-of-duty.livejournal.com]

Creote scowls.

"You are being a big, stubborn baby. Now eat."

[brian-durlin.livejournal.com]

"And you are being irrational. You can see that I'm well provisioned. I am not going to drop dead. What is so horrible about getting off of your feet?"

[love-of-duty.livejournal.com]

"It is my way of...celebrating."

Ugh. Emotions.