[This time there is no reply. Richard feels like he has said all that there is to be said and just closes the tablet, tucks his paper work away into the drawer and makes his way to the apartment, which he had taken a residence for a nearly month now.
And as the twilight has began to covet most of the sky, Richard arrives and immediately goes to seek out Silco.]
[Silco moved around his house and neatening the place up to keep his hands busy and to stave off the drag towards a chair or the bed. He shed his jacket then his tie then his vest.
By the time Richard arrived, he was leaning his forearms on the back of a dining room chair - the one Jinx sat it most frequently - and was trying to read from his book. He turned his head to spy his lover, looking tired and pale. He shut the book and set it on the table and slowly pushed off the chair he had been leaning on.]
[Sometimes you really do not need words to know what needs to be done. Silco looks like shit - pale skin and tired eyes making him appear almost like a ghost at the dining area's lighting. So different from his usual composed self that sought to have control of each moment. And Richard already knows why. He can't relate, of course, not his own estranged relationship with his own child and memory of his own father, that was colored with worship-like yearning and despair, but that didn't mean he couldn't sympathize.
Without removing his own cloak or the jacket underneath it, Richard walks up to his lover, wraps one arm around Silco's back while other one reaches up to the back of his neck - pulling the other man into his arms.]
[He did a little crow-hop to turn as his injured leg was fatigued and painful from being on it almost constantly for the last twenty-four hours. He was intent to say nothing at all and just go to bed, sleep until the early hours of morning and get up to continue with life with the idea his daughter was gone.
Richard apparently had other plans, and he stood momentarily stiff when his lover pulled him in for a hug. He dropped his forehead down onto Richard's scarred shoulder, his arms remaining at his sides for awhile before he lifted them to set his hands on Richard's hips and slowly allowed some of the exhaustion to slump his shoulders.
He said nothing; he didn't want to talk right now.]
[The silence worked better than well to Richard, who often found himself betrayed by his own words - never quite able to dress his feelings in them properly. So, Richard kept holding Silco close as the quiet, paused moment filled the room around them. He could notice the stillness slowly transforming into tranquility as the bigger body relax against his.
He allows yet another moment of comfort to pass before he pulled away, just enough him to be able to look at his lover's eyes.]
[He took solaced in the silence, closing his blue eye as he rested there. His mind was fuzzy from exhaustion, both physical and emotional, but the throbbing behind his eyes slowly settled while in Richard's arms. He drew in a breath and held it, reminding himself that life went on because it had to.
He had to let go of her with Jinx disappearing. A lifetime of making amends completed and now he was alone with nothing more than people who would be glad to see him dead now that Jinx wasn't here to create interference. No, no, that was the paranoia of the exhaustion playing.
He pulled back when Richard, preparing to do another crow-hop so they could head to the bedroom. It wasn't often that he wanted to lay down, but this was that moment.
Until Richard mentioned his eye medication, and a still stiffness returned to his frame. His fingers twitched and lifted instinctive to stroke the scarring beneath the mutilated eye. The job she insisted on doing was now his again permanently; she wasn't even here to nag him to do it at the same time every day and any hope of that died with her network tag disappearing. Jinx was gone.
He pulled away from Richard and began to limp away.]
[See? This is why words are overrated. There are way too many ways to misstep with them than not. Well, either way, Richard does not feel a need to pressure Silco to give him a proper answer on the matter, trusting that the man knows how to take care of himself. Which, on the hindsight, he probably shouldn't -- considering his current state.
Richard hums quietly, and removes his cloak as Silco begins to head towards the bedroom. He frowns lightly at the other man's back as he watches him to stumble forward, but again. He know better than to pester him about it. Richard could understand the matter of the pride, after all
So, without saying a word he followed the man, flipping the light off as he left the dining area.]
[As he was slower to walk for the time being, he simply considered needing the head start. Richard had been in the house long enough to know how to close it up for the night, so he didn't bother to micromanage that situation as he entered the bedroom and limped to the bed.
He sat on the edge so that he could remove his trousers, making a point to fold them neatly and set them on a chair nearby. He pinched the bridge of his nose and stretched out his injured leg to briefly look at the bandage. It hadn't slipped and there was no strike-through worthwhile enough to require a change.
He began to pull back the coverings so he could slip into bed though remained sitting up as he waited and watched for Richard.]
[While Richard still finds himself feeling distasteful towards the electricity, he had gotten better at navigating around it. So simple tasks, like making sure that there are no lights or such left on as they resume for the night, are easy for him to follow through.
Once he's done checking the apartment (sans the obvious forbidden land that is Jinx's area) Richard sheds the top layer of his clothing on the chair and makes his way to join Silco in the bedroom.
As he enters Richard takes a look at his lover on the be, yes automatically try to gain a glimpse of the injury. Then without saying anything he walks up to the chair where he begins to undress rest of his clothes. Shirt, trousers, binder and so on. All done in routine-like manner, and once he's nude Richard moves to the bed and places a hand on Silco's shoulder -- trying to urge him to lie down so that he could climb up on top of him.]
[Once Richard entered the bedroom, there was only a single light on the side table next to the bed, not that Silco needed the light. He was used to navigating in the darkness, especially in his own spaces like the house. However, the darkness was also a place to feel alone, so he had kept the lights on for both Richard and to chase the feel of isolation away.
His eyes tracked the younger man, though he continued to be silent as he watched Richard strip down. He dropped his cheek onto the top of Richard's hand when he felt it settle on his shoulder, reaching out to turn off the only light in the room to cast them in darkness. It was only then that he shifted so that he could lay down on his back, even as he moved his injured leg well away from where he thought Richard might lay.
He reached up with one hand to pull the covers aside while the other moved to grip Richard's wrist to keep a constant sense of where the younger man was as he was joined in the bed.]
[Every movement shared between them moved in their own, natural weight -- like puzzle pieces slotting in to their right places. There was nothing unnatural of the two monsters circling around each other before laying down together, even if the old songs and tales would have you believe otherwise. Richard turned his palm up, so that he can cradle Silco's cheek, thumb caressing the tender skin right under his eyes as he is guided down on the bed.
Richard settles to lie next to Silco's healthy side, placing one arm under his head while keeping to caressing his lover's face. The soft yet attentive eyes kept looking into Silco's own, trying to decipher the feeling behind the tired and drained expression.]
[There was the normal mix of sensations from the hand on his cheek, but he was aware of the warm of that touch regardless of what portion of his skin that thumb moved over. He flipped the covers back over them both once it seemed that Richard had settled down next to him, and his now free arm rested across his own belly and his hand brushed against the swell of his lover's hip.
He didn't protest the hold on his head, instead using it nestle a little closer and closed his blue eye automatically. His mutilated eye remained open and moving, though he had never said how much sight it provided. His thumb continued to hold Richard's wrist, thumb stroking the side of the younger man's arm.]
[Richard never had any reason to question the Silco's ability to see from his mutilated, black and red eye, believing it to work just the same as his other one especially that he now is aware of the man's medication. But he took the closing of the blue eye as a good sign. Perhaps Silco was finally ready to sleep.
Shifting on the mattress, Richard scooted closer to his lover so that he could tuck the man's head under his chin. The slender fingers slid from Silco's cheek to support the back of his head, spreading flat so that his finger tips could reach the edge of the shoulder blades.
Had he ever done this with other person? To be the one to offer comfort like this? Outside of that one silent night when his young son had came crying to him for comfort -- no. It is sufficient to say that he's not entirely sure what to do here, as he knew no songs or words that would soothe a hurt soul and bring calm to troubled mind. It's not like he had ever been received any. So, he continues to stay silent, his own breathing steady and tranquil. Who knows, maybe that would be enough to bring some solace to his lover.]
[His eye opened again when Richard shifted, and a low sigh emerged from his nose as the younger man's tucked his head in. He turned onto his side so that he could tangle their feet together, bumping bare knees lightly as he turned his face so he could nestle it into Richard's throat. If he concentrated, he could feel the gentle pulse in Richard's vein against his forehead.
He tried to recall the last time he had let anyone comfort him like this. It must have been decades in a different place where the dark was oppressive and the air was thick enough to taste. A lifetime ago with different arms and different circumstances....
His arm curled around Richard's waist and held on tight to the younger man as he once again closed his eye. He listened to the sounds of Richard breathing and his own began to slow as he didn't bother to fight exhaustion. They both needed the sleep, and it was nice to not... feel alone.
With a final deep sigh, he slipped into a dreamless sleep.]
[Once he feels Silco's body to go lax against his as he falls asleep, Richard lets out deep sigh. He shifts on the bed, adjusting his position to more comfortable one while stroking slowly the bare skin on his back. He stays awake, another rarity as Richard was more often than not the person who fall asleep first and slept well into the morning - while Silco stayed up longer than him and woke up early.
He stared at the dark wall next to their bed, falling deep into his thoughts. Richard had never held much love towards Jinx, that was not a secret, and it'd be lying to say that he didn't benefit from her absence. He would not give the girl as much credit as to think her as rival or anything sort of it -- she was nothing but another thorn on his path that had just been removed. No more annoying harassing from her part, sudden attacks towards his persona. No more need to hide from her either. Then there was of course the question regarding the future of the Inx. Ah, so much to think and plan.
Richard hears a distant crack coming from the window and he quickly looks up. It was just a cold weather hitting against the glass. No shadows or demons from were trying force themselves in.
It seems like everything is just alright, Richard thinks to himself as he closes his eyes. ]
[Exhaustion had its benefits. A dreamless sleep was one of them, and it was one of the reasons he chose to his exhaust himself before deciding to attempt sleep. He lay curled in Richard's arms, his own having lost the strength of its grip as he had gone to sleep and shifted a little but otherwise remained around his lover's waist.
Silco slowly came back to awareness, the scent and feel of Richard close to him allowing the illusion of this being a perfectly normal morning as it had been the last month. He sighed, keeping his eye closed and savouring the warmth of the blankets and the lithe body close to his own. He gave himself a few extra minutes like that, feeling tired yet still rested.
He shifted slightly, noting the weight over his feet and determining that to be Whitey. Otherwise, Richard's chin remained on the top of his head and arms held him close. He knew why, but he had promised himself he wouldn't mope more than a day. There was work to be done, and Jinx had an opportunity to return to him.
He kissed Richard's throat lightly before slowly extracting himself from his lover's warm embrace. He rose from the bed carefully, wincing with his injured leg even as he left the bed in order to go and relieve himself, wash his face and push his hair from falling into his face. He looked in the mirror; he still looked pale and tired but nothing like the night before at all.
He returned to the bed, finding his spot now occupied by the albino boar. He left the room to put on some coffee, thankfully electricity still worked in the houses. He had about ten minutes for a brew, so he limped his way back to the bedroom and was about to sit in the chair and rest there when he made the decision that he didn't want to.
He slipped into bed behind Richard in the precarious area on the edge of the mattress. He wrapped his arms around his sleeping lover and buried his face back into the relative safety at the back of Richard's neck. His fingers lightly stroked up and down the younger man's flat but muscular stomach.]
[Just like always, Richard was dead to the world. The golden sleep had fully claimed him and there was no reaction from him when his lover stirred awake and slowly moved away from the bed. If it wasn't for his steadily raising chest and soft, nearly inaudible puff of air passing his lips, one could even think that he was no longer in the books of living.
Though there's some signs of living in him when his rest is disturbed by a new source of heat as Whitey climbs to sleep next to him. Richard murmurs softly in his sleep, his body moving on its own closer to the white fur.
But his sleep is properly broken when there's a familiar press against him, caging his small frame.]
Mmm.. [Richard hums as he stirs, turning his sleepy eyes to look at the man behind him.]
[He told himself that he wouldn't return to sleep despite being tired, that there were matters that required his attention which he couldn't avoid. He wanted to list off the items of the day in his head, but with his face nestled in the back of Richard's neck, all thoughts just washed away again.
Yet, when he heard the sound from his lover, he turned his face so only the left side was hidden there, and he made a similar sound of reply to indicate that yes he was still awake. He didn't relent in his hold around Richard's middle either.]
...coffee's on. [Normally he'd only say that to Jinx if he had to wake her; Richard caffeinated was quite the sight.] You're going to the inn today?
[It was easier to delve into business-as-usual than try to untangle the complex nature of his emotional state right now. The tug of being tired continued a certain fuzziness to his brain that would soon to chased away with coffee. Until then, he just wanted to hold on to the only person he seemed to have left.]
[Richard shifts on the bed, turning to side just enough that he can reach out to brush his lover's cheek with the back of his knuckles. There was now a warm and pleasant nest forming around him with both Silco and Whitey pressing against him, cocooning him up in the blanket. And for a moment his world is limited just in the bubble around them, rest of the world not mattering. At least until his attention is forced back to it by his lover's words.]
Of course I am. [Richard's voice is quiet and soft, still full of night's sleep. Well, it appears that whatever spell Silco was under last night has now been lifted. The man seemed to be more like himself, even if still a tad more clingier than normally. Richard keeps brushing Silco's cheek with long, affectionate strokes as a small smile forms to his lips] And you?
[His arm loosened enough to not hinder Richard from shifting, but it also settled back to previous hold once his lover didn't pull away. His blue eye closed again as he rested in that ten minute window before the coffee was fully brewed to partake. His face shifted slightly at the feel of Richard's fingers on his face, and he offered a brush of lips to the back of his lover's neck in response.
He grunted softly in reply; it was good to see Richard settling into business ownership. That kind of responsibility was an excellent motivator for further progress in his mind. Of course, he had not decided what to do with Jinx's cafe yet; that would be a consideration today if he could. To avoid thinking about it too much, his fingers stroked over Richard's belly again.]
I'll make the rounds as long as my leg holds. [He still preferred to walk everywhere, able to slip down side-streets or alleys to avoid detection.] I need to finish scheduling and prepare for month end. [It's when he passed the most money through to businesses that he owned, of course.]
[It is a little awkward reach for him to be in, with his upper body twisted and turned around as he kept stroking his lover's cheek with his knuckles. So, when he receives a soft kiss in exchange for his efforts, Richard turns back around and rests his back against Silco's front, relishing the warm hold swallowing his body.
And while Richard might be one to sleep longer than the other man, he also preferred to get up almost immediately after waking up. He was rarely a type to linger in the bed. After all, he prefers to get to work as fast as he could. But now, with Silco's arms wrapped around him, caressing his tummy, it felt like he was being lured back into the cozy bubble of sleep.
Richard hums again, bringing his hand on top of Silco's wrist -- long fingers spreading out to brush the back of his hand.] I'll join you, then. I have someone who can look after the inn for a day.
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i do not wish to sleep alone again.
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Come, I will be with you in the dark.
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And as the twilight has began to covet most of the sky, Richard arrives and immediately goes to seek out Silco.]
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By the time Richard arrived, he was leaning his forearms on the back of a dining room chair - the one Jinx sat it most frequently - and was trying to read from his book. He turned his head to spy his lover, looking tired and pale. He shut the book and set it on the table and slowly pushed off the chair he had been leaning on.]
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Without removing his own cloak or the jacket underneath it, Richard walks up to his lover, wraps one arm around Silco's back while other one reaches up to the back of his neck - pulling the other man into his arms.]
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Richard apparently had other plans, and he stood momentarily stiff when his lover pulled him in for a hug. He dropped his forehead down onto Richard's scarred shoulder, his arms remaining at his sides for awhile before he lifted them to set his hands on Richard's hips and slowly allowed some of the exhaustion to slump his shoulders.
He said nothing; he didn't want to talk right now.]
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He allows yet another moment of comfort to pass before he pulled away, just enough him to be able to look at his lover's eyes.]
You have injected the medicine already, correct?
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He had to let go of her with Jinx disappearing. A lifetime of making amends completed and now he was alone with nothing more than people who would be glad to see him dead now that Jinx wasn't here to create interference. No, no, that was the paranoia of the exhaustion playing.
He pulled back when Richard, preparing to do another crow-hop so they could head to the bedroom. It wasn't often that he wanted to lay down, but this was that moment.
Until Richard mentioned his eye medication, and a still stiffness returned to his frame. His fingers twitched and lifted instinctive to stroke the scarring beneath the mutilated eye. The job she insisted on doing was now his again permanently; she wasn't even here to nag him to do it at the same time every day and any hope of that died with her network tag disappearing. Jinx was gone.
He pulled away from Richard and began to limp away.]
I need to sleep.
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Richard hums quietly, and removes his cloak as Silco begins to head towards the bedroom. He frowns lightly at the other man's back as he watches him to stumble forward, but again. He know better than to pester him about it. Richard could understand the matter of the pride, after all
So, without saying a word he followed the man, flipping the light off as he left the dining area.]
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He sat on the edge so that he could remove his trousers, making a point to fold them neatly and set them on a chair nearby. He pinched the bridge of his nose and stretched out his injured leg to briefly look at the bandage. It hadn't slipped and there was no strike-through worthwhile enough to require a change.
He began to pull back the coverings so he could slip into bed though remained sitting up as he waited and watched for Richard.]
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Once he's done checking the apartment (sans the obvious forbidden land that is Jinx's area) Richard sheds the top layer of his clothing on the chair and makes his way to join Silco in the bedroom.
As he enters Richard takes a look at his lover on the be, yes automatically try to gain a glimpse of the injury. Then without saying anything he walks up to the chair where he begins to undress rest of his clothes. Shirt, trousers, binder and so on. All done in routine-like manner, and once he's nude Richard moves to the bed and places a hand on Silco's shoulder -- trying to urge him to lie down so that he could climb up on top of him.]
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His eyes tracked the younger man, though he continued to be silent as he watched Richard strip down. He dropped his cheek onto the top of Richard's hand when he felt it settle on his shoulder, reaching out to turn off the only light in the room to cast them in darkness. It was only then that he shifted so that he could lay down on his back, even as he moved his injured leg well away from where he thought Richard might lay.
He reached up with one hand to pull the covers aside while the other moved to grip Richard's wrist to keep a constant sense of where the younger man was as he was joined in the bed.]
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Richard settles to lie next to Silco's healthy side, placing one arm under his head while keeping to caressing his lover's face. The soft yet attentive eyes kept looking into Silco's own, trying to decipher the feeling behind the tired and drained expression.]
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He didn't protest the hold on his head, instead using it nestle a little closer and closed his blue eye automatically. His mutilated eye remained open and moving, though he had never said how much sight it provided. His thumb continued to hold Richard's wrist, thumb stroking the side of the younger man's arm.]
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Shifting on the mattress, Richard scooted closer to his lover so that he could tuck the man's head under his chin. The slender fingers slid from Silco's cheek to support the back of his head, spreading flat so that his finger tips could reach the edge of the shoulder blades.
Had he ever done this with other person? To be the one to offer comfort like this? Outside of that one silent night when his young son had came crying to him for comfort -- no. It is sufficient to say that he's not entirely sure what to do here, as he knew no songs or words that would soothe a hurt soul and bring calm to troubled mind. It's not like he had ever been received any. So, he continues to stay silent, his own breathing steady and tranquil. Who knows, maybe that would be enough to bring some solace to his lover.]
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He tried to recall the last time he had let anyone comfort him like this. It must have been decades in a different place where the dark was oppressive and the air was thick enough to taste. A lifetime ago with different arms and different circumstances....
His arm curled around Richard's waist and held on tight to the younger man as he once again closed his eye. He listened to the sounds of Richard breathing and his own began to slow as he didn't bother to fight exhaustion. They both needed the sleep, and it was nice to not... feel alone.
With a final deep sigh, he slipped into a dreamless sleep.]
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He stared at the dark wall next to their bed, falling deep into his thoughts. Richard had never held much love towards Jinx, that was not a secret, and it'd be lying to say that he didn't benefit from her absence. He would not give the girl as much credit as to think her as rival or anything sort of it -- she was nothing but another thorn on his path that had just been removed. No more annoying harassing from her part, sudden attacks towards his persona. No more need to hide from her either. Then there was of course the question regarding the future of the Inx. Ah, so much to think and plan.
Richard hears a distant crack coming from the window and he quickly looks up. It was just a cold weather hitting against the glass. No shadows or demons from were trying force themselves in.
It seems like everything is just alright, Richard thinks to himself as he closes his eyes. ]
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Silco slowly came back to awareness, the scent and feel of Richard close to him allowing the illusion of this being a perfectly normal morning as it had been the last month. He sighed, keeping his eye closed and savouring the warmth of the blankets and the lithe body close to his own. He gave himself a few extra minutes like that, feeling tired yet still rested.
He shifted slightly, noting the weight over his feet and determining that to be Whitey. Otherwise, Richard's chin remained on the top of his head and arms held him close. He knew why, but he had promised himself he wouldn't mope more than a day. There was work to be done, and Jinx had an opportunity to return to him.
He kissed Richard's throat lightly before slowly extracting himself from his lover's warm embrace. He rose from the bed carefully, wincing with his injured leg even as he left the bed in order to go and relieve himself, wash his face and push his hair from falling into his face. He looked in the mirror; he still looked pale and tired but nothing like the night before at all.
He returned to the bed, finding his spot now occupied by the albino boar. He left the room to put on some coffee, thankfully electricity still worked in the houses. He had about ten minutes for a brew, so he limped his way back to the bedroom and was about to sit in the chair and rest there when he made the decision that he didn't want to.
He slipped into bed behind Richard in the precarious area on the edge of the mattress. He wrapped his arms around his sleeping lover and buried his face back into the relative safety at the back of Richard's neck. His fingers lightly stroked up and down the younger man's flat but muscular stomach.]
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Though there's some signs of living in him when his rest is disturbed by a new source of heat as Whitey climbs to sleep next to him. Richard murmurs softly in his sleep, his body moving on its own closer to the white fur.
But his sleep is properly broken when there's a familiar press against him, caging his small frame.]
Mmm.. [Richard hums as he stirs, turning his sleepy eyes to look at the man behind him.]
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Yet, when he heard the sound from his lover, he turned his face so only the left side was hidden there, and he made a similar sound of reply to indicate that yes he was still awake. He didn't relent in his hold around Richard's middle either.]
...coffee's on. [Normally he'd only say that to Jinx if he had to wake her; Richard caffeinated was quite the sight.] You're going to the inn today?
[It was easier to delve into business-as-usual than try to untangle the complex nature of his emotional state right now. The tug of being tired continued a certain fuzziness to his brain that would soon to chased away with coffee. Until then, he just wanted to hold on to the only person he seemed to have left.]
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Of course I am. [Richard's voice is quiet and soft, still full of night's sleep. Well, it appears that whatever spell Silco was under last night has now been lifted. The man seemed to be more like himself, even if still a tad more clingier than normally. Richard keeps brushing Silco's cheek with long, affectionate strokes as a small smile forms to his lips] And you?
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He grunted softly in reply; it was good to see Richard settling into business ownership. That kind of responsibility was an excellent motivator for further progress in his mind. Of course, he had not decided what to do with Jinx's cafe yet; that would be a consideration today if he could. To avoid thinking about it too much, his fingers stroked over Richard's belly again.]
I'll make the rounds as long as my leg holds. [He still preferred to walk everywhere, able to slip down side-streets or alleys to avoid detection.] I need to finish scheduling and prepare for month end. [It's when he passed the most money through to businesses that he owned, of course.]
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And while Richard might be one to sleep longer than the other man, he also preferred to get up almost immediately after waking up. He was rarely a type to linger in the bed. After all, he prefers to get to work as fast as he could. But now, with Silco's arms wrapped around him, caressing his tummy, it felt like he was being lured back into the cozy bubble of sleep.
Richard hums again, bringing his hand on top of Silco's wrist -- long fingers spreading out to brush the back of his hand.] I'll join you, then. I have someone who can look after the inn for a day.
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