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[major_rawne]

[Rawne does slip inside and sits on the edge of Norton's bed to take his shoes off.]

What would you have done if that hadn't been me?

[pharadyne]

[Norton shrugs.]

I don't know. Thrown a pillow at them?

[major_rawne]

How effective.

[But he stretches out next to Norton and holds out an arm, so Norton can curl up next to him.]

[pharadyne]

I'd make sure it was my largest pillow.

[He presses up against Rawne and rests his head on his chest.]

[major_rawne]

A fearsome weapon.

[He wraps his arm around Norton. The last of the tension leaves his body now that he's got Norton close and he can feel that he's not dead anymore.]

[pharadyne]

If I'd planned in advance, I could have stuffed it with bricks and razor blades.

But I didn't.

[major_rawne]

Now that you've thought of it, you'll have to make the world's most uncomfortable pillow. For defense.

[pharadyne]

Right now you can be my defense pillow. More comfortable than bricks and razor blades, too.

[major_rawne]

Good that I rate that high, at least.

[pharadyne]

Oh, darling, you rate very well. If I were feeling better I'd write you a review like a proper connoisseur. "A delightful mix of hardness and tenderness feature in this delectable specimen, which gives one tastes of both without one side or the other overpowering."

[major_rawne]

[Rawne turns his head away so Norton can't see him blushing.]

I... try.