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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

(ooc: Aww, but that's a cute confession! I love that you love it so much. I can't do this without you though. There's only so much Theo I can even make an attempt at! And I love writing with you.)

Over a decade of working with dragons meant that Charlie didn't recognise burning heat the same way as other people, even in his hands. Dragonhide gloves, like the ones he had always worn and maintained protected your hands from actually burning, but they still allowed you to register a certain amount of heat. It was great for his abilities in cooking and handling anything hot, but not so great for judging safe bathing temperatures or fine sensations on occasion.

He smiled at Theo and shifted slightly on the sofa, feeling the slight protest in some of his muscles. "Honestly, as much as this has been amazing I think I should probably try and nap once I'm done with my drink. I didn't sleep well." His tone was slightly sad, he almost wanted Theo to stay and keep him company, but he really did think he was going to drift off again soon and having Theo here while he slept. Actually it didn't sound like the world's worst idea, which was disconcerting. His eyes widened and then his gaze darted around the room. That was pretty unexpected. He often felt pretty vulnerable when he slept because he couldn't do so with two legs. The idea that he might trust Theo to be here while he napped was discomforting. That didn't often happen outside of close family and friends. He swallowed.

"I think it might be better if you get going," he croaked, reaching and sipping his remedy to clear his throat. "I don't want you to be bored, even if it was great to see you."