He startles, sloshes a bit of tea across one of his hands, and swears softly. It's not hot enough to burn him, more of a minor annoyance. "You might try affording me a bit of warning before you do that," he chides his friend softly, turning to send him a reproachful look, but there's fondness in his eyes, too. There will always be fondness in his eye for Fitz.
He steps lightly over to one of the counters to retrieve a disposable paper napkin to mop up the mess, then looks back to Fitz again. If his expression is slightly self-conscious, it's doubtless due to the injuries on his face that cannot be disguised: a line of stitches above his eyebrow, a fading bruise on his cheekbone. Something happened since they last saw each other, clearly.
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He startles, sloshes a bit of tea across one of his hands, and swears softly. It's not hot enough to burn him, more of a minor annoyance. "You might try affording me a bit of warning before you do that," he chides his friend softly, turning to send him a reproachful look, but there's fondness in his eyes, too. There will always be fondness in his eye for Fitz.
He steps lightly over to one of the counters to retrieve a disposable paper napkin to mop up the mess, then looks back to Fitz again. If his expression is slightly self-conscious, it's doubtless due to the injuries on his face that cannot be disguised: a line of stitches above his eyebrow, a fading bruise on his cheekbone. Something happened since they last saw each other, clearly.