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"Do you want me to dry you off?" she asked, sounding amused.
He looked down at it thoughtfully. "Plans. I think."
She sighed, rubbing his back gently. “Warns, I can’t do that. I was the one who too them off."
He was writing in a strange, unfamiliar form, and he was considering it with a furrowed brow.
“So do I have to put your underwear on you?” she asked, raising one eyebrow as she joined him on the floor.
He laughed slightly, scooting back and gesturing for her to sit on his lap as he began to write.
“Well, put some underwear on,” she said sweetly. “It’ll be fine.”
“It’s alright. Everything startles me; I’m blind.”
She leaned back against the bed frame, still laughing deeply as she lifted her hand, pulling the water from the linen.
He looked up, stunned. “Just some plans.”
She laughed deeply, falling back against the bed frame and hugging herself from laughing so hard, bright, infectious peals of genuine laughter.
He was sitting at the desk, examining something with his fingers.
There would be a pause before he’d feel a cold stream of water rain down on him.
He leaned on his cane, tapping around to find his way.
"Close your eyes."
He patted her shoulder gently to make sure it was her before slipping out of bed.
She laughed again, kissing the tip of his nose. "Why don't you wake up?"
He shifted in his sleep, frowning before waking up.
She laughed gently, cupping his jaw in her hands. "You're sleepy? You were just asleep."
He was asleep the next morning.
