[ Delighted confusion about our and delighted outrage about dog-hter collide on Bastien’s face all at once—so the double-dose of delight is the dominant visible emotion, for the second before he’s being peppered with kisses and his expression is irrelevant.
Anyway.
His natural urges to Go and Do (and give their dog a thorough skritching) are tempered by the joy of being cared for and the fact that he is a thirty-seven year old man with a hangover. He stays on the bed, lying flat at the urging of those fingers, and gestures toward his wardrobe—vague permission for Byerly to take a shirt, if he wants one. ]
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Anyway.
His natural urges to Go and Do (and give their dog a thorough skritching) are tempered by the joy of being cared for and the fact that he is a thirty-seven year old man with a hangover. He stays on the bed, lying flat at the urging of those fingers, and gestures toward his wardrobe—vague permission for Byerly to take a shirt, if he wants one. ]
And coffee.