[ Theo, of course, does not leave the sink. Rather he continues to drink from his glass of water as the Exarch moves about the room. He's unpacking some things from the basket - a full one, Theo notes - and the Viera wonders if there's enough to weather the next couple of days. The red mage is about to pour another for himself, his throat ridiculously dry, when the other man sees fit to enter his personal space. Theo can only stare, a bit transfixed on mismatched hands working the washcloth and then applying a bit of magic to it.
Now the impulse hits a bit hard and Theo a bit too tired to fight it off when the Exarch has made his stance on the matter perfectly clear. The Exarch is not going anywhere. So instead of just outright accepting the cloth, Theo drops his head upon that covered shoulder. This is actually better... ]
What terrible phrasing. Let's hope that you haven't made some horrible miscalculation here.
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Now the impulse hits a bit hard and Theo a bit too tired to fight it off when the Exarch has made his stance on the matter perfectly clear. The Exarch is not going anywhere. So instead of just outright accepting the cloth, Theo drops his head upon that covered shoulder. This is actually better... ]
What terrible phrasing. Let's hope that you haven't made some horrible miscalculation here.