You've never failed to. [a fond smile] I shan't keep you waiting.
[and he is true to his word, draining the bath and drying off, with extra care to his scuffed feet. The clothes Cyril has picked out for him are well-chosen, soft and comfortable, perfect for keeping in the warmth he has just got back.
He has forgone the effort of taming his hair and simply let it sit in its natural cloud of waves, but his hand wanders there as he comes into the kitchen, trying to tidy them out of habit.]
Can I...?
[he has to ask, at least. Though he is quite sure that Cyril will shoo him off from helping.]
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[and he is true to his word, draining the bath and drying off, with extra care to his scuffed feet. The clothes Cyril has picked out for him are well-chosen, soft and comfortable, perfect for keeping in the warmth he has just got back.
He has forgone the effort of taming his hair and simply let it sit in its natural cloud of waves, but his hand wanders there as he comes into the kitchen, trying to tidy them out of habit.]
Can I...?
[he has to ask, at least. Though he is quite sure that Cyril will shoo him off from helping.]