[ If only things ever worked out that neatly between the two of them. They might have come a long way from initial butting of heads and breaking of wrists, but neither of them seem to have forgotten their roots. It's why Dokja looks less than pleased by the suggestion, and it's only after long, conflicted pause that he finally gives in. ]
Fine. If it'll get you back in bed.
[ It's a little more of a grumble than he means it to be. Grabbing his cup with one hand, he moves forward to gently take hold of Eustace's arm with his other hand, carefully leading the way back to their bedroom.
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Fine. If it'll get you back in bed.
[ It's a little more of a grumble than he means it to be. Grabbing his cup with one hand, he moves forward to gently take hold of Eustace's arm with his other hand, carefully leading the way back to their bedroom.
There he is, the helicopter boyfriend. ]