hurrm

When Rorschach reappeared he was keeping the pyjamas up with the bathrobe cord as a make-shift belt, the legs and sleeves rolled up. The bathrobe hung loose. The whole ensemble looked so domesticated that Dan had to quickly grab the antiseptic cream before Rorschach noticed his smile. <...> He served the stew. Rorschach ate hungrily and Dan felt justified in all his earlier assessments of the man’s eating habits. Sitting down opposite he joked, “I’m not going to take it off you ‘til you’re done you know.” As he ate his own share he watched, smiling at Rorschach’s enthusiasm. It didn’t manifest in a particularly appealing way, but Dan was too happy that Rorschach was alive and in his house to care that he was making a mess.

— “The night shift” on ao3

kinda obsessed with them