"I still want to see Gwendolyn… and Eugene… and Irving." Claude took a deep breath and felt the dull pain in his chest. "Sorry. I said I would be careful."
"If I could navigate through my ears, I would have done that myself." Len kissed Claude's head. "I was the one who put you in trouble. Don't blame yourself. At the very least, you're faring well. If you need to recover—"
Claude stopped walking, making Len halt as well. He looked up at his mate. "Please don't ask me to eat you, Len. My mother seems to have a bad record."
Len only kissed Claude's lips. "Yes, but what will I not give up for you?"
They arrived at another bedroom. Claude would have to change out of what he wore in their little infirmary. Len helped him with his clothes, only for a few knocks at the door. Since Claude was done changing, Len opened the door. The mate only found a seat on the edge of the bed.
