Athelstan looks at Ragnar but then he can't seem to when Ragnar wouldn't look at him. "I shouldn't have said anything about Ivar or Dodger," he says quietly. "And I should have known better about the stupid drink in the first place." Does any of this really matter? He doesn't know anymore. He wants to touch Ragnar but he's learned his lesson and he won't make him pull away again. There's more things he's sorry for but nothing that Ragnar would want to hear and nothing that is immediately relevant.

"Take your own bed," Athelstan says then, motioning toward the room they usually share but it's really Ragnar's. He pushes down the things he wants and needs just then, even drunk there's only so much rope he'll give himself.