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[rudeandginger]

For anyone who needed me-





I'LL BE AT THE BAR











[ooc: Turlough maybe be starting to become a familiar freckly face at the shadier bars in town, above ground and under. Please do come find him/judge his life choices.]

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[rudeandginger]

[He could leave, he supposes. Keep up the front. But he's tired, and drunk, and nothing sounds more glorious than sleep right now. It takes a few moments of fumbling to get his shoes off, then his shirt and tie come next. His trousers are still undone so he just kicks them off until he's left in socks and underwear and crawls up the bed to collapse on his stomach. There's a slight moment of panic when he remembers the mark on his arm, before he remembers Jack is already privy to that little secret. By habit, he still angles his right arm a little away from him.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Honestly, Jack doesn't even notice the slight turn of his arm; he remembers the mark, but even with it bared like this, it's the last thing on his mind. The fact that he's stayed at all is too encouraging to him to him right now.

He settles a bit closer to him, carefully winds an arm around his back and lets his hand lightly rest at Turlough's side. He's still worried, still doesn't know how much physical contact is too much, but at the same time, he's too tired to let it really stop him.]

[rudeandginger]

[Turlough lets himself slide in until their sides are touching. He's never thought he was much of a cuddler, but the arm on his back feels warm and heavy so he'll let it stay for now.]

Night.

[wouldnotkindly]

[The fact that he's moved closer instead of away is definitely encouraging, but Jack is too tired to do anything about it other than smile and tilt his head to kiss him.]

Night.

[rudeandginger]

[The kiss is a little coordinated, but he doesn't mind. He kisses him back on the corner of his mouth and tucks his head into the gap above his shoulder to sleep.]