Cullen gives it a few minutes before he carefully puts down Alistair's hand and eases off the bed. The spare blanket's in the closet; it's a moment's work to drape it over Alistair.
A soft sigh; he retrieves his book, opens it, glances at the chumproll --
No. He won't tell anyone. Not yet.
Cullen leans back against the wall for balance to remove his boots. His jacket goes over the chair not holding Alistair's mail. Then it's back to the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard. Until he knows he can focus enough to read, he can play chess.
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Cullen gives it a few minutes before he carefully puts down Alistair's hand and eases off the bed. The spare blanket's in the closet; it's a moment's work to drape it over Alistair.
A soft sigh; he retrieves his book, opens it, glances at the chumproll --
No. He won't tell anyone. Not yet.
Cullen leans back against the wall for balance to remove his boots. His jacket goes over the chair not holding Alistair's mail. Then it's back to the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard. Until he knows he can focus enough to read, he can play chess.