Comfort
Henry curbed the impulse to simply drape himself over the hospital bed, unsure precisely what condition Jasper was in physically. So he simply leaned over the side of the mattress and carded a hand through Jasper’s dark hair, pressing a kiss to each of the man’s cheeks before pulling back slightly.
“Who do I have to beat up?” he asked seriously, looking at Jasper’s drawn features. The sight of the normally bubbly personality in the stark white of St. Mungo’s- as a patient, that was- made him a little sick to his stomach. After finally being released after several weeks in quarantine after the bad potion, he’d hoped not to return to St. Mungo’s for a long, long time, but he couldn’t just stay away when he heard that Jasper had been admitted.
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