[Stay. I want you to stay. Loki's heart swells and flutters up into his throat at the words, at the look on Paul's face as he caresses his newest scar and he finds himself a little breathless with it all as he watches Paul's retreating back. The coffee is downed in a few, hurried gulps, cup set on the coffee table as Loki follows behind him, and he finds himself with a matching grin as Paul grabs two towels instead of one.]

I hope that your shower can handle having two asses in there. Even if we gotta press a little to fit.

[There was no question in Loki's mind that they would share the same bed. Of course they would, like they were seven and nine again, taking refugee in the only place that they were allowed some fraction of peace. Loki points at a half open door, already walking towards it as he asks-]

Bathroom?

[Either way, Loki was peeling off his shirt again, readying it for throwing right into the floor.]