[It hasn't been too long-- he hasn't built up much of a bedridden funk-- but his chin and scalp are both stubbled, and he's still in the same rumpled clothes he went to bed in. He heaves himself up to half sitting on the pillows and looks at her, eyes gleaming in the low light. He at least got his goggles off at some point.
Partner, keyed in to her nervousness, butts her roughly with his long muzzle, worming it under her armpit in what to him is probably a comforting gesture or something.]
Hey. Sorry I didn't come see you in the infirmary.
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Partner, keyed in to her nervousness, butts her roughly with his long muzzle, worming it under her armpit in what to him is probably a comforting gesture or something.]
Hey. Sorry I didn't come see you in the infirmary.