Vincent lets out a deep sigh and kisses his hair again.
"You're bruised, I can smell some of the after effects of old wounds, your pants were torn up, and you hobbled to my door clearly in a terrible mood. Ah, yes, exactly now is when I'm going to give you shit for your communication choices: in the middle of the night."
Hanna wrinkles his now unbroken nose. "What the hell..." He thought he could have gotten away with that since Ulla had fixed his face. "I think I'm losing my touch." Or Vincent just cares a hell of a lot more than he's used to and it makes hiding shit a lot harder.
Clearly this wasn't a part of his nonexistent plan but there isn't anything he can do about it now. He can be grumpy about it though even with those kisses, maybe a little less because of them, but he does try and sleep.
The fact that he's being cuddled at least helps him not worry about him being too angry with him and he'll get there eventually.
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"You're bruised, I can smell some of the after effects of old wounds, your pants were torn up, and you hobbled to my door clearly in a terrible mood. Ah, yes, exactly now is when I'm going to give you shit for your communication choices: in the middle of the night."
A huff.
"Sleep. I'll berate you in the morning."
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But, he'll frown into his shoulder, "fine."
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"Thank you."
And he's going to kiss his jawline and nuzzle up against the spot, carefully. Sleep, Hanna.
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The fact that he's being cuddled at least helps him not worry about him being too angry with him and he'll get there eventually.