Sometimes jokers don't always work.

"..Yeah? I spent some time wounded. So I was sticking to myself, for the most part." He looks almost.. Sad when willie pushes away, but releases his grip all the same.  "How have you been? And your brother?"

"so. What did I miss."

"YOU TWO?!"

"OH GOD—" He sputters for a brief moment, before he’s.. Hugged? well that’s not what he expected.  "…Why are you hugging me. I thought you were mad. Are you mad? Please don’t break my spine."

"..Oh. Yeah. ..About that. I didn't really go anywhere. I was still here in zone one. Just.. yknow. not as out and about."  He sighs loudly, before wrapping his arms around willies shoulders, giving him a light squeeze.  "I'm sorry."

"so. What did I miss."

"YOU TWO?!"

"OH GOD--" He sputters for a brief moment, before he's.. Hugged? well that's not what he expected.  "...Why are you hugging me. I thought you were mad. Are you mad? Please don't break my spine."

He stares at willie blankly for a few long moments, before bursting out laughing. "I'm an asshole? ..You know, I think you might be right about that. but you're a bit of an asshole as well." He shakes his head, frowning at willie. "Fine. I'll explain. One night stand is exactly that. A single night stand. However, "A one night stand" is a PHRASE. Not a literal item. It means, Having sex with someone once, and then leaving them. Standing them up. You're with them for one night, before you stand them up. That's another expression, meaning 'leaving them'. ..Do you understand now?"

He’s tense, clearly rather anxious, expecting a firm rejection, and possible expulsion from the zone she calls home. His anxiety only grows when she continues to remain silent, and spikes as she moves closer. He’s about to protest, insist that she doesn’t have to do this, when he feels gentle hands guiding him. His words die in his throat, as he stares up at her in shock. She agreed? he couldn’t believe it. His own queen barely wanted to look at him, let alone touch him.  Her hand strokes through his hair, and it’s like a switch has flipped. His eyes droop closed, as all the tension bleeds out of him. He slumps down, smiling ever so slightly, sighing softly.

With his eyes closed, and the pain slowly but surely melting from his chest into something more tolerable, it wasn't long until he was fighting off sleep. He didn't want to come off as rude by dozing off in her lap, but between the gentle touches, and the soft humming, he's sound asleep in her lap within minutes. 

He's tense, clearly rather anxious, expecting a firm rejection, and possible expulsion from the zone she calls home. His anxiety only grows when she continues to remain silent, and spikes as she moves closer. He's about to protest, insist that she doesn't have to do this, when he feels gentle hands guiding him. His words die in his throat, as he stares up at her in shock. She agreed? he couldn't believe it. His own queen barely wanted to look at him, let alone touch him.  Her hand strokes through his hair, and it's like a switch has flipped. His eyes droop closed, as all the tension bleeds out of him. He slumps down, smiling ever so slightly, sighing softly.

"What… what is it?" She asks, leaning forward slightly, cautiously. "I will decide whether or not it can be done." She states matter-of-factly. It’s obvious he’s in pain. She wonders how intense it truly is for him to show it outwardly. If he was anything like her husband it’d have to be excruciating for him. 

He glances down at the floor, eyes trailing up slowly to star at the ceiling, before finding sudden interest in the cup in his hands. Anything to not look at the human before him. He clears his throat, adjust his grip, and speaks nervously. "I ah... Rather like it when.. Mmh. People.. play with my hair." He rushes out the last sentence, clearly rather shy. "...It.. helps me relax." 

"Shh," She hushes him and hands him the cup. "The state of my towels is the last thing on my mind, you stubborn man." She shakes her head, not finding the humor in his pain. "Drink up." She urges, hoping it might sooth the pain. Shaking her head defeatedly she continues "It’s a wonder you made it this far. Is there anything else that helps that I can get you?"

He takes a few small sips, not quite trusting his stomach just yet. If his heart still beat, he's sure he'd be blushing at this point. He clears his throat and instantly regrets it, nearly gagging at the metallic taste it leaves in his mouth. He's quick to take another sip before speaking.  "...There is ah. One thing. But I'm afraid it may be a bit too personal to request." He mumbles, keeping his eyes glued to the cup. The pain in his chest has settled to the usual dull, persistent ache, and he's left more tired than anything.