It’s been a month of being in the hospital and Simon is feeling restless. Kingsglaive members come and go, but they never stay for long. Simon doesn’t blame them—they have important jobs to do, after all. It wouldn’t be fair to hold that against them, but still. . .he’s incredibly lonely.
The only relief he gets is from the pain meds and, funnily enough, visits from his pompous frenemy. While he wouldn’t call Alistair his enemy he wouldn’t exactly call him a full on friend either—frenemy is a term that works well enough for him.
What he does not expect, however, is Alistair to offer him any form of physical affection. Perhaps he doesn’t give the privileged man enough credit—for someone that’s probably never left the citadel for more than vacations, he’s actually quite observant.
“Well. . .this bed has room enough for two, I think.” Simon clears his throat, trying to ignore the way his face if flushing. “If that’s what I think you’re offering, anyways.” He looks away—anywhere but Alistair’s face, which is almost definitely going to be annoyingly smug. “I would not be opposed to, ah, affection that is physical.” ( x. )
“ i think i can provide that. ” alistair’s voice is soft as he toes his shoes off, but he can’t quite keep the smug grin away. it’s not often simon gives into him, stubborn bastard that he is, and alistair is going to revel in this rare win for as long as he can.
he slowly climbs into the bed, and curls himself around simon. simon is warm, solid, and there’s something actually quite pleasant about cuddling someone like this. alistair hasn’t held anyone or been held since he was a child. he had no idea he was missing out. of course, he won’t say anything like that. he’s no fool. simon would never let him live it down.
“ how’s this ? ” he asks instead once he’s settled himself around simon. he smells like hospital soap and alistair wonders if he should sneak in something more personal the next time he visits. “ comfortable . . . ? ”
