Reuben nodded, carrying the boy down the hall. "How did you fall, Fabian?" He asked, after swallowing to wet his dry throat. The boy was warm, even through the robe, probably due to the fire in the other room, but at the same time damp, as if covered in sweat. And the way he leant into Reuben's body, pressed himself closer, was almost too much for him to bear at all. So he had posed the question in order to keep his mind off the fact Fabian, half-dressed, was nestled closer to him then he probably ever would be again.