Keeler shows up unannounced and slightly inebriated outside Porthos' bunk and proceeds to let himself in. His hair is uncharacteristically tousled, uniform far more rumpled than usual; his flushed cheeks and glassy eyes suggest he's had a bit of a Moment before heading over this way. "It's Reliant's Fighter," he blurts, unsolicited. "Who the hell is he to be so forward with me? He---" a little gag, which he tries to conceal, "---he... LICKED me...."
Porthos has been enjoying a relatively quiet one, reading in his bunk and enjoying the peace that comes with Phobos and Erebus entertaining one another. Such an unexpected bonus sometimes.
Until his peace is barged in on, and an obviously very unsettled Keeler stumbles into the room.
“Keeler?”
Porthos slides off the bed and approaches him, taking in the sight and quickly putting the pieces together. And the words that are said make him scowl heavily.
“Is that all he did?” Porthos asks, immediately on the defensive. “Sören? Hey,” he brushes dishevelled hair out of Keelers eyes, bending down a little so he can meet them properly. “Is that all he did?”
