Roy walked into his bedroom, trying the best he could to be quiet. He could hear the soft sound of Paul snoring. He slipped into the bathroom, turning on the light once the door was closed.
He glanced into the mirror and nearly screamed. He looked horrible. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his skin was pale. He quickly took off the shirt the hospital had given him. The one he had been wearing was covered in blood, and had a nice sized cut on the side. Then he turned on the shower, not even waiting for the water to completely warm up before he slipped inside.
He scrubbed as hard as he could, washing away every bit of the night from his skin.
When he was done he turned off the light and tip-toed into the bedroom.
His body didn’t relax until he laid down, feeling Paul’s warmth next to him. He gently put his arm over Paul’s waist, curling up behind him. He felt Paul gently squeeze his hand.
"You’re home." Paul rolled over so they were face to face.
"I didn’t want to wake you up." Roy gently touched Paul’s cheek. "You settling in okay?"
"Of course. How many nights have I spent in this bed?" He could feel Paul’s hand on his side. "It was just odd not having you next to me."
They kissed, their bodies pressing against each other. He could feel Paul’s hand moving up his chest, stopping, carefully playing with his chest hair.
"I don’t think you’re in much shape for..." Roy felt Paul’s finger press against his lips.
"I think I’ll be okay."
They kissed again, their hands exploring each other’s bodies with care. It was almost as if they were making love for the first time.
For the time he and Paul were in bed, it seemed like the horrors that had transpired earlier that night hadn’t even happened.
When they were finished they both drifted off to sleep, still wrapped in each other’s arms.
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