“Where are you even leaving to, this is your house.”
[ I’m gonna do (Good) post-asylum for this :D ]
Simon was in the process of buckling his belt up - well, the best a one armed man could - when Jack spoke up from under the bed sheets. After a few rather frustrated moments of fidgeting about with the belt and grunting with irritation, he gave up on trying to do his belt up. Simply letting it hang down as he sighed towards Jack.
“I have to leave from time to time, you know that.” He pointed out, moving around the bed to retrieve a shirt from the wardrobe. Despite still aching all over from their ‘tryst’, Simon really needed to get out and about. Sure, he agreed to keep an eye on Jack. Keep him out of trouble. But after everything that happened back at Mount Massive between them…
He still felt troubled around the larger man.
Not that he told Jack this.
Wiggling his way into the shirt, he watched Jack giving him that look. “Don’t give me that. Just need some fresh air. I wont be long. Might even grab some drinks if the store is open. Young lady there always keeps the good stuff back for me.” Limping back to his side of the bed, he slipped a pair of shoes on before grabbing his cane.
Their romps tended to cramp his bad leg up quite a bit. Good job he kept his stick right by the bed. Was also rather handy to smack certain needy men who keep sneaking into his bed.
“It’s late. You should get some sleep.”