It hadn’t even occurred to Tim that Terry might worry over the fact that he’d stopped them in the middle of things. But here was that side of him that was entirely practical and often thoughtless where the emotions of others came into play, the side that knew what had to be done and would make sure it happened. The side of him that was usually most apparent when dragons were in the mix. Of course it would still happen now.
But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t floored by the kiss that Terry gave him, didn’t mean that his legs didn’t decide to give out and leave him dropping back onto the bed as he watched the new keeper gathering his clothes. And gathering clothes for Tim as though they weren’t going to simply apparate right back to Tim’s office and bunker straight away.
“You realise I’ll be swamped by these, don’t you?” he asked, holding up the clothes but not giving them back either, though he couldn’t say why not. “But I’ll forgive you for waking me provided you take my hand now,” he said, holding his free one out, utterly unabashed by his nakedness.