Loki peels off his shirt and Paul can't help the smile that creeps up his face when the other walks away and towards the bathroom. He feels light, he realizes--he feels like there's a weight that's been lifted off of his shoulders because of Loki's sheer presence. The simple casual way he rucks his shirt off again, the way that Paul is automatically doing the same with his own clothes and following suit.
Where he lives has never felt like home, but with Loki in the room it's more than just a place to sleep.
They shower, and Paul no longer minds that Loki can see his shoulder wound or the mostly healed stomach injury. Loki has far more damage--that cut on Loki's head, the angle of it, how horrifyingly beautiful it is when paired with the red in his eye that has yet to clear--and the water is too warm, the company too great. Paul keeps the strict cleanliness and discipline of the boys home they grew up embedded in him save for treating himself to a long, hot shower whenever he can. It's the one thing he allows himself and he appreciates it all the more when he gets to share it with the one person who actually understands him. They shower and Paul resists the urge to kiss the other when they're out, instead handing him a towel.
Paul doesn't have much but they're each other's size now, so once they're out the blonde is already tossing a pair of clean sweatpants at Loki's head without giving him a heads up, that boyish smile unable to leave his face.
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Where he lives has never felt like home, but with Loki in the room it's more than just a place to sleep.
They shower, and Paul no longer minds that Loki can see his shoulder wound or the mostly healed stomach injury. Loki has far more damage--that cut on Loki's head, the angle of it, how horrifyingly beautiful it is when paired with the red in his eye that has yet to clear--and the water is too warm, the company too great. Paul keeps the strict cleanliness and discipline of the boys home they grew up embedded in him save for treating himself to a long, hot shower whenever he can. It's the one thing he allows himself and he appreciates it all the more when he gets to share it with the one person who actually understands him. They shower and Paul resists the urge to kiss the other when they're out, instead handing him a towel.
Paul doesn't have much but they're each other's size now, so once they're out the blonde is already tossing a pair of clean sweatpants at Loki's head without giving him a heads up, that boyish smile unable to leave his face.