[ It really hadn't been meant as a roundabout threat to Berserker; Waver was genuinely offering to help because he didn't want Diarmuid to feel like he had to take care of them all on his own.
But it seems everything's fine and Waver relaxes as Diarmuid joins them on the blankets again, feeling warmer and pleased with the prospect of hot tea. He really hadn't been trying to excite Berserker, either. Completely oblivious, Waver leans back against his chest, allowing the petting for now.
It feels good... and it's probably helping Berserker keep his hands warm, right? They're mostly hidden under the blankets anyway. Waver settles against him, chest arching a little as he takes a deep breath through his nose. His eyes flick over to Diarmuid. ]
Mm. I'd rather have the rain. But I don't think anyone likes cold this bad, even in winter.
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But it seems everything's fine and Waver relaxes as Diarmuid joins them on the blankets again, feeling warmer and pleased with the prospect of hot tea. He really hadn't been trying to excite Berserker, either. Completely oblivious, Waver leans back against his chest, allowing the petting for now.
It feels good... and it's probably helping Berserker keep his hands warm, right? They're mostly hidden under the blankets anyway. Waver settles against him, chest arching a little as he takes a deep breath through his nose. His eyes flick over to Diarmuid. ]
Mm. I'd rather have the rain. But I don't think anyone likes cold this bad, even in winter.