Tiberius couldn't help his reaction as he snapped his head away from Fletcher's touch, giving him a sour look. Normally, he'd laugh and push at Fletcher's hand, telling him not to treat him like someone would a puppy. But he was battling the immediate panic and though he had heard Fletcher's words, it was hard to calm down as quick as he had gotten worried.
He took in a steady breath, leaning back against the couch. "You're bloodied up and you are claiming nothing unfortunate occurred?"
He glanced away as Fletcher began to strip off his shirt, only to return his gaze after a few moments had passed. "Merlin, Fletch," he then murmured, his hand coming up to rub at his face in a sense of awe and shock.
He drew in a breath of immediate excitement at the annoucement of Fletcher's promotion. Before he had a chance to comment though, Fletcher had moved on. A sly smirk crossed over his expression and he grinned, proudly, for his friend's actions. "You hound," he said with a genuine laugh, his worry having melted away.
"I have to say, I'm damn near jealous. A promotion and a presumably wild fuck all in one day? Merlin, I wish I was you," he said with a large laugh. "Good on you, Mate."