"I see," Athelstan smiles slightly and shakes his head. Ragnar is a strange man. "I am sure you did something that called for that."
Ragnar just had a way with women, obviously.
Athelstan stands. "Do you need my help to get cleaned up?" he questions, somewhere along the lines he'd started to sober up. Perhaps it's out of necessity to settle the peace between them or maybe it's just wearing off. There's a twinge of pain starting but he ignores it in favor of making sure Ragnar doesn't just go to bed with dirty and untended wounds.
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Date: 2018-01-21 12:26 am (UTC)Ragnar just had a way with women, obviously.
Athelstan stands. "Do you need my help to get cleaned up?" he questions, somewhere along the lines he'd started to sober up. Perhaps it's out of necessity to settle the peace between them or maybe it's just wearing off. There's a twinge of pain starting but he ignores it in favor of making sure Ragnar doesn't just go to bed with dirty and untended wounds.