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Jay wanders in from his door looking comfortingly rough - cut off shorts, no shirt, no shoes and a week's worth of stubble.

He grabs a shaving kit and a straight razor from the bar and vanishes into the bathroom, reemerging a few minutes later looking clean and content.

You can finally him sitting on the back step with a bottle of beer, cleaning and sharpening the razor.

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"Her ankle was pretty badly broken before I got to her and she had some nasty bruises but nothing that won't heal. She got her face seen which isn't ideal so she's laying low for a while. Both of us are."

Sherral nods slowly, frowning.

"As long as you're both safe. Or as safe as you can be. Where are you laying low?"

"We are. the bastard at the heart of it has bigger problems than us now."

He gesture for Sherral to join him, offering him a beer form the cooler at his feet. "Cambodia. A remote jungle area. A friend has a houseboat he never uses so I've parked it up a river tributary and am kicking back for a bit. I've discovered spear fishing. It passes the hours."

"Sounds - idyllic, I suppose. For a given value of it," Sherral says wryly, and sits down next to Jay, picking up a beer.

"I haven't had any downtime for a while. Give it a couple of weeks and I'm be bored enough to get back into action." He bumps his shoulder against Sherral. "How have you been?"

"Well, I have a mission coming up," Sherral says, and gives Jay's shoulder a nudge in response. "I'm not leading it, though. Ser Beor will be leading it, with Duke Rhagarde insisting on leading a civilian party."

He wrinkles his nose a little. "I'm not entirely fond of either of them."

"Ah. I take it you're anticipating having to pull both their asses out of the fire?"

Sherral huffs a quick laugh.

"Not as such. Ser Beor is a competent enough fighter, but he is -- somewhat draconian and violent as a commander. He rather dislikes me, as well," he says wryly.

"Sounds like someone who does more damage to his own troops than the enemy?" Jay muses. "Have you given him a good reason to dislike you?" He raises a wry and playful eyebrow.

Sherral is the very picture of innocence.

"I surely have no idea what I could have done to earn his ire."

"Of course not." Jay grins at him, bumping his shoulder again. "You're a model of amiablity."

Sherral smiles a little, bumping Jay's shoulder back.

"The friendliest person in the Imperial Army, I'm sure."

Jay grins dangerously. "I've always thought so." He turns to pull Sherral into a slow, intense kiss.

"You're biased," Sherral chuckles.

He doesn't pull away from the kiss, though, instead curling his free arm loosely around Jay's shoulders and kissing back.

"Can't thank you enough." He murmurs between kisses. "For looking after me the way you did. Means a lot to me."

"I hardly did anything," Sherral replies softly.

There wasn't much he could do.

"You were there. And you didn't push me when I went back spoiling for a fight. I appreciate that."

"You have a low bar for being looked after," Sherral remarks, a little gruffly, but leans against Jay a little, pressing a quick kiss to his temple.

"Yeah, I do." There's a soft darkness in his voice, a pain that hasn't healed. He wraps his arms around Sherral, resting his head on Sherral's shoulder.

Sherral breathes out softly, angling his head to drop another kiss onto the top of Jay's head and curling an arm around him, raising the other to stroke his hair gently.

Jay makes a soft, happy sound, just enjoying the touch.

Sherral finishes off his beer slowly, and when he's eventually done, takes Jay's hand, pressing a quick kiss to his knuckles before standing up.

"Feel like heading upstairs?"

"When would I ever say no to you?" Jay teases, packing the empty bottles away and taking Sherral's hand.

Sherral laughs, leading Jay upstairs.

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