"Yeah, sure," Hermes said, stripping automatically. His body was unmarred from what happened, but he knew that Alcuin had likely seen enough to be able to imagine the lash marks that quickly became gouges on pale skin, could see better than any the way Hermes kept his left arm close like someone might shatter it again at any moment. The weight lost too had to be easily marked by someone who knew him so well.
"Carrick had him following me at a distance at first," Hermes said, just to fill the silence. I don't think he realized how poor a choice that was until I had him cornered in an alley with a knife to his throat." He managed a sheepish look at Alcuin while he toed out of his shoes so he could get his jeans and boxers off. "Anyway, I at least got him to stay where I can see him." He crouched to pick up his soaking clothes. "And...and may've called him Guy once or twice just...just out of habit." And it hurt every time it fell out of his mouth.