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This is really embarrassing, but I have seriously sprained my ankle. I can more or less manage, but I can't quite manage carrying things, opening doors, and crutches, yet. I can eat take-out and delivery forever to avoid it, but I need some help with the cat-food and cat litter that got dumped just outside my door.

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"I don't know that I really have expectations. Both of those relationships worked differently, because they were with different people." Which wasn't an evasion just - he doesn't know how to answer the question.

"What expectations do you want for us?" He wasn't trying to pry into Ben's previous relationships, he just wanted to know what Ben wanted for them.

"That depends," he says, snuggling more deeply into Bail. There's only a faint wince to go with it. "Do you mean right now, or long term?"

"Long term? Hmm?" Bail asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. Did he... Did they dare think of long term yet? He thought about that as he brushed his fingers gently through Ben's hair once he was settled

He'd work up to that, he decided.

"Start with now," he said.

Good. That was much, much easier. He made a soft sound that was all about enjoyment of the contact, and tilted into it, so he could maximize the amount of time Bail's hand was touching his hair.

"That we'll see each other regularly as much as our schedules allow, that we will support one another in life, care about one another's well beings, and if we ask for help the other will provide it. And sometimes sleep over and have sex."

That's probably too simple.

It was simple, but Bail still liked the answer.

"I like and agree with all of that." A finger strayed down the back of Ben's ear.

"And, I'll cook for you," he added.

Then he dared to make the conversation more complicated, "What about long term?"

He'd offered that as an option, and he knew that implied he had an answer, but. "I don't know. Not beyond expecting that there will be one. That I'll meet your daughter at some point." The rest got complicated and kind of scary in detail, but he wanted something just what it looked like? So many variables.

"I want that, too," Bail said. And because his goal here was to take care of Ben, not pressure him or make him feel worse emotionally than he already did, Bail decided to leave it at that.

"Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?"

"Good pain killers, a belly full of warm soup and your company? I don't think so. If you want to help me get to my bed so Elsa can join us and have a proper cuddle, though, I won't say no."

He... just adored Bail. The future was just big and there were a lot of details there he wasn't sure what to do with.

The future was a bit scary. But it was okay to just let it be the future right now.

"Do you want me to carry you?" Bail offered. "Or does that hurt your pride too much?"

"It doesn't hurt my pride at all if your back is up for it." He was trying to not make too big a deal out of it, but between the drugs and the closeness he felt a little like crying. In a good way.

Bail chuckled a bit, "I'll be fine. I'm only old when I complain about it. And I'm not too old to do this for you."

HE bats his eyelashes a moment then stops and just smiles. "Then treat me like a princess and carry me to bed."

Yeah. He was in love.

Dammit.

"And a lovely princess you are."

Bail thinks for a moment he can see that emotion in Ben's eyes, but chalks it up to imagination. Time. Just more time. Confirmation could wait.

But boy was Bail falling just as hard and fast.

"Do you need help sitting up?" Because he wasn't about to just stand up and unceremoniously dump Ben's head on the couch.

He groans in only mostly teasing protest, but sits himself up so Bail can move. "We're lucky I didn't sprain my stomach." Meaning his core worked even if he didn't want to use it.

As soon as Bail was up he narrowed his eyes to consider how to make this work, and decided that his best bet was to let Bail start and then just hold on.

Bail knelt down to the right height, Ben was not the first person he'd ever lifted.

But he didn't reach for Ben yet. "Have you ever sprained your stomach before?" he asked.

"Is it even possible to sprain a stomach?" He doesn't know, which means: "If so, then still no. Been sore but not sprained."

"Please don't make it a challange to try," Bail said. Bail didn't want to think about all the ways Ben could succeed by accident, given what the man did for fun and a living.

"Alright, put your arms around me, Princess."

"I won't. I don't even have any huge desire to keep a six pack. You can tell from the amount of crap I eat."

He wrapped his arm around Bail's neck because it kind of, sort of, covered how much he (inexplicably) loved Bail calling him Princess.

One of Bail's arms moved around Ben's shoulders, the other he slipped under his knees. He paused to check with Ben to make sure the move under his legs hadn't hurt his ankle in the process. Then he stood up.

"See, I'm not that old. Which side of the bed do you want?" he ask.

"The topside."

He was okay. He was loopy and pain was there, though distance, but he was okay.

And a smartass.

"If you weren't injured," Bail said, "I'd put you somewhere outside the bed." If Ben wasn't always a smartass, Bail probably wouldn't be as attracted to him as he was. "How about I make this as easy for you as possible and put you on the side closest to the bathroom. I can go back and grab your crutches when I've set you down."

"You should go grab my crutches but I fully intend to crawl to the bathroom and sit on the toilet if I have to pee, because I don't have that kind of pride and my armpits hurt."

Blame the drugs, Bail.

Blame. The. Drugs.

Bail chuckled and shook his head, but, "However you want to do that." Before setting Ben down on the bed.

"Do you need more pillows?" Maybe one for his foot?

He laughs, with fond exasperation. "Just come to bed, Bail. Please."

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