“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yes,” Perian said, trying to figure out exactly what he was feeling. “I guess I was feeling empty?”
Hungry. He’d been feelinghungry. Empty was a weird way to put it.
But Brannal just smiled at him and said, “It’s been a little while since I had you over the table, don’t you think?”
Perian’s thoughts of food were immediately abandoned. He grinned.
“It really has. That’s such a shame. We should fix that.”
Especially given that Perian had practically fallen asleep during sex yesterday. That was so rude. He was much more attentive now, and he made sure to be very vocally appreciative as Brannal brought him to blissful completion.
Then he looked out the window.
“Wait, what time is it?”
“About four o’clock in the afternoon,” Brannal told him.
Perian squinted, confused. “When did I go to sleep?”
“Around six o’clock this morning.”
Perian tried to make time make sense, and then gave up.
“Do you need to go do work? No, wait, are you back from work?”
“There’s nowhere I need to be right now,” Brannal told him simply.
“Can we go see how Molun is?”
“Of course.”
So they went across the hallway, knocked on the door, and actually waited for a response. Molun and Arvus might not mind being interrupted in the general way of things, but now Molun was injured and there could be doctors and stuff.
But a cheerful voice bid them enter, and Perian came in with Brannal behind him, finding Molun and Arvus in the bedroom.
Both of them smiled when they saw him. “You look so much better.”
“I think that’s supposed to be my line,” Perian said wryly.
And Molundidlook better, especially if Perian compared him to how he’d looked when he’d first been injured, when there had been so much blood, or when Perian had been in the doctor’s workroom with him. But he still looked very tired, and a little pale, and like he was in pain.
Perian climbed into the bed without really thinking about it and crawled over to give him a gentle hug.
“How are you feeling?” Perian asked.
Molun pressed against him. “Pretty good, considering what happened. Still very grateful to be here.”
Perian pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re not allowed to be anywhere else.”
Molun’s arms tightened around him for a moment, and then he let go, and Perian sat back so that he wasn’t draped all over the injured man.
“Look,” Perian said, “I know you’ve got a job to do, and I admire you tremendously for it, and I will be one of the ones cheering loudest when you’re all healed up and can get back to it, but you’re not allowed to get hurt like this again, all right? Not ever.”
Molun’s face softened, the pain lines seeming to lessen as he focused on Perian, and he nodded.
“Right. Absolutely. I definitely agree with that plan.”
