[Because the fight had been part of why he realized he wanted Norton to stay the night. The fight had been the reason for it.]
I'd rather not really fight. But if that's what needs to happen...
[He knows it's a dangerous gamble that he's playing. He's not been truly honest with either Norton or Carol about the other, but he still feels he has it well under control.]
[He moans blissfully into Norton's shoulder at that, biting lightly at his skin.] I really shouldn't be surprised at your skill with a blade. There aren't many people I trust to cut into me without destroying what's already there.
[The bite sends a tingle down his spine and Norton smiles dreamily.]
I won't hold your vanity against you. I think you've earned it. [Not because of the scars, but because of the charisma with which he carries the scars.]
[Norton cuddles close and shuts his eyes. He idly muses that there's a chance that John could murder him in his sleep in retaliation for Norton's retaliation, but he thinks that if John wanted to do that he'd at least wake Norton up first so he can appreciate it, and then Norton could deal with whatever happens then. So he lets himself relax and drift off without concern.]
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[Because the fight had been part of why he realized he wanted Norton to stay the night. The fight had been the reason for it.]
I'd rather not really fight. But if that's what needs to happen...
[He knows it's a dangerous gamble that he's playing. He's not been truly honest with either Norton or Carol about the other, but he still feels he has it well under control.]
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[He slides his hand down to John's hip where the wound is wrapped and squeezes lightly.]
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Maybe I am a little vain.
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I won't hold your vanity against you. I think you've earned it. [Not because of the scars, but because of the charisma with which he carries the scars.]
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[He closes his eyes and pulls the blanket over them both, not minding the blood on the sheets.]
Goodnight, Norton.
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[Norton cuddles close and shuts his eyes. He idly muses that there's a chance that John could murder him in his sleep in retaliation for Norton's retaliation, but he thinks that if John wanted to do that he'd at least wake Norton up first so he can appreciate it, and then Norton could deal with whatever happens then. So he lets himself relax and drift off without concern.]