“Where are you going?” William pushes himself up onto one elbow as Dravik rolls out of bed, the mattress suddenly feeling very empty.
“A bar. Then probably to find that smith that’s looking for me.” Dravik shrugs.
“Do you want me to come with you?” William starts to push himself up, and Dravik leans over and puts his hand on William’s shoulder.
“Will, you were stabbed. Multiple times. You leave this apartment and I’m going to eat all of your ice cream.” The younger pouts as his boyfriend stands back up, grabbing his coat and putting it on.
“Well… at least be careful. I’m going to be pissed if you die on me.”
Deavik chuckles, starting for the door.
“Careful? I’m always careful…”