[ Waver jumps a little, and shoots a dirty look at Berserker over his shoulder. Notably, he doesn't move away or yank Berserker's hand out of his shirt. ]

Well... if the stove is working, I wouldn't mind some hot tea. But it can wait. Are you sure you're okay?

[ He squirms again in Berserker's lap, but this time it's only to adjust his viewpoint and unpin his tail from between them, peering over at Diarmuid. The apartment is lit only by the fireplace right now, but that's not a problem for his canine eyes, which reflect its warm glow nearly red. ]

I can lend a hand, get it done faster.