Martin smiles, equal parts sheepish and satisfied, as John steps forward with a hand on his shoulder; he manages to temper his reaction more to the satisfied side as he straightens up, pulling the pajamas up with him, finally tipping his head up to look back at John's face.
"There we are," he says. He looks past John to the bed, where The Bishop is watching them, waiting patiently; then his eyes flick back to John and he reaches up with a hand curling under John's chin to kiss him, gentle and sweet.
"Why don't you lie down," he suggests, soft and barely above a whisper. He's not quite sure yet what he intends to do, but that doesn't feel like an impediment. He knows how to make John comfortable; he knows how to express his affection. It's just a matter of pacing. Once John is settled, the rest will follow.
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"There we are," he says. He looks past John to the bed, where The Bishop is watching them, waiting patiently; then his eyes flick back to John and he reaches up with a hand curling under John's chin to kiss him, gentle and sweet.
"Why don't you lie down," he suggests, soft and barely above a whisper. He's not quite sure yet what he intends to do, but that doesn't feel like an impediment. He knows how to make John comfortable; he knows how to express his affection. It's just a matter of pacing. Once John is settled, the rest will follow.