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"You’re too gentle,” Rowan grumbled as he sat still while Arlo carefully worked the dead feathers out of his wings.

“You don’t like the sensations that come with a heavy hand.” Arlo’s answer was short, but genial. The man knew how to get around Rowan’s moods. Which only served to irritate the god more. “I know, I know, but I don’t like it when you’re upset.”

“Arlo—”

“Rowan, we’ve danced around this subject every time it comes up,” Arlo sighed. “I don’t want to do that today, and I know you don’t either.” Arlo was right. He was right and Rowan hated it. “It’s okay. I’m tired, too.”

“I don’t feel tired,” Rowan muttered. It was true. He felt nothing.

“I know… but I can sense it—if you lay down I guarantee you would fall asleep.” The smile could be heard in Arlo’s voice. His hands never stopped. With controlled movements, the man smoothed the feathers after finishing the preening.

“You must think me a petulant child…” Rowan looked down at his scaled hands. His twitching fingers ended in wicked talons. Weapons that could shred most anything, yet, he didn’t use them as often as he once had.

“Heh, I don't think that of you,” Arlo chuckled, lightly. “I know who you are… I know how you are—you are strong, even when you don’t need to be.” Rowan tenssed. “All I think is that you need to rest.”

“Yeah…”

“I would lay with you, if that would… if that would help,” Arlo offered hesitantly. Rowan knew the man didn't like sleeping around others. If someone he was near had strong negative emotions, Arlo would have intense night terrors.

“You don't need to do that to yourself,” Rowan muttered. “It's not worth it.” He was not worth it. 

“You are—”

“Arlo,” Rowan hissed. “If you want to have nightmares so much, go sleep with Adonis.” 

“I—I've had his nightmares… I want to have yours if that means I can help you.” He was assertive. A rare occasion. The man was hardly one to rock the boat.

“Hmph, you are a sorry fool,” Rowan muttered.