liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
Whilst Edy and Pet decide amongst themselves how outraged they can be, Neron merely contents himself in dissolving into the couch. His one arm winds around Edrei, accepting her position as spider-monkey with all the grace one would expect of a Launceleyn. With his nose and cheek pressed against her unruly hair and his arm curled about her waist, he can only glance up at Peter standing stiffly and awkwardly on the sidelines.
"For gods' sake Pet, sit down," he rumbles, patting the space on his other side as if to persuade the other man to take a load off his feet and his conscience both. "Good. We're all fine and we're all better, then. Do me a favour though, both of you - don't make a habit of dying, alright?" It's rare sentimentality, and that's all they'll get from him on the subject.
"For gods' sake Pet, sit down," he rumbles, patting the space on his other side as if to persuade the other man to take a load off his feet and his conscience both. "Good. We're all fine and we're all better, then. Do me a favour though, both of you - don't make a habit of dying, alright?" It's rare sentimentality, and that's all they'll get from him on the subject.
Neron
