Patrick stood up, and took Dale's plate. He was used to clean up after himself, but more than that, it gave him something to do other than to sit there and listen to the compliments, because no matter how indirect, they made him jittery.
"I don't have reasons, Dale. I know how to brew the potions and for me, it's not something out of the ordinary. I know how much they can help someone though," he said as he washed the dish. "There's nothing else there. And Ronan- I don't know, I think he understands just how difficult it is."
He dried his hand and went back to Dale, hugging him from behind. "I'll stay until you fall asleep. My run can wait a little longer. It's the least I can do for my pseudo boyfriend." He looked at the marks on Dale's neck, and they looked fresher, probably from the abuse of the transformation or maybe it was the lack of glamours. Patrick leaned down and kissed Dale's shoulder. "It's not that you can smell it. With time, you'll probably be able to smell it no matter the time of the month. The thing is that you might not mind, but fucking while someone is recovering from the full moon is very tacky. It's not happening."