Wilder laid on the hammock outside of his treehouse, where he’d been laying for the past few days. He was sure Cassie would come around any minute now to make him eat something, he was just enjoying being outside, listening to the breeze in the trees, and trying to forget about the sounds of whips and cries of pain. He tipped his beer to his lips, and then he found it was empty, he dropped the bottle to the ground with the other bottles of empty beer he’d been drinking all day and then sat up to reach over to his cooler and grab a new one, pausing when he smelled something- someone familiar. It was nice to have his abilities back, even if he couldn’t heal like he normally would for awhile, and he leaned back, trying to decide if he would accept the company. He’d been through the punishment hard. He’d been whipped to hell and still sported the deep lashes across his body that made a lot of movement difficult, and he knew Wat would hate to see him like that. But he just wasn’t in the mood to try and talk the other man out of being there, to leave him alone and let him rest and lick his wounds- which for the record he only did a couple times. So he stayed quiet until he was sure the vampire was close enough to hear him with that vampire healing. “I’m going to warn you now- it’s rough to look at.” he said simply.
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