[Rumlow always welcomed him to bed, and he gratefully padded closer and slipped under the offered covers. He settled in, folding an arm under his head and burying all the unsettled sensations that set his teeth and made his nerves jumpy. This was a comfort. His commander could and would see that he was maintained properly.
He turned his head to look back towards the door but the little red-headed ballerina was keeping her distance, pouting because he had company now.]
Yes, I'm unharmed. [He kept the blankets down to his waist to not smear the blood that was still partially drying. It wasn't his anyway.] My dreams have been unsettled, and I always smell blood when I'm alone.
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He turned his head to look back towards the door but the little red-headed ballerina was keeping her distance, pouting because he had company now.]
Yes, I'm unharmed. [He kept the blankets down to his waist to not smear the blood that was still partially drying. It wasn't his anyway.] My dreams have been unsettled, and I always smell blood when I'm alone.