[ Every part of him is screaming that he needs to leave (and quickly). Why that is, is something he’ll have to process and figure out later since his own headache is…debilitating.
He’s about to slide out of the bed when he feels fingers pawing at him, and while he stiffens dramatically at the touch, he has…enough sense to let the moment play. And then gently (but firmly) moves her hand back under the sheets. And grumbles quietly under his breath. ]
Wait.
[ He slips out of the bed, and he notes one of the robes laid across a chair with clear distaste. Still, it’s better than nothing, so he whips it around his shoulders and spends a few moments sorting through the clearly labeled “Hangover Kit”.
The water and painkillers are found, and Archer walks around to Rin’s side of the bed to offer them to her. ]
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He’s about to slide out of the bed when he feels fingers pawing at him, and while he stiffens dramatically at the touch, he has…enough sense to let the moment play. And then gently (but firmly) moves her hand back under the sheets. And grumbles quietly under his breath. ]
Wait.
[ He slips out of the bed, and he notes one of the robes laid across a chair with clear distaste. Still, it’s better than nothing, so he whips it around his shoulders and spends a few moments sorting through the clearly labeled “Hangover Kit”.
The water and painkillers are found, and Archer walks around to Rin’s side of the bed to offer them to her. ]