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[draculabutbackwards]

"I doubt I'd have been any use, but I still..." He takes a quick, deep breath. "In this case I think the worry's quite justified." It's the fussy, sort of useless way of saying he feels it's his job to defend Rags.

[littleonewhosteals]

Rags squeezes his hand. "You still what?"

[draculabutbackwards]

"Wish I hadn't left you to it." A very Adrian way to put it, but at least he's learning. No wallowing. Visibly. "Anything you need beyond company?"

[littleonewhosteals]

"No," he tells him. "No, I wasn't hurt, except for what you saw, and Kiryu is - he's tolling. But I needed to take a break so I'm trying to fix this fucking beanbag since Trevor's fucking dog ripped it."

[draculabutbackwards]

Adrian huffs out a little laugh. "She's a menace, alright." He keeps his arms loosely around Rags and turns to regard the wounded beanbag as seems its due. The little plastic pellets threatening to escape are sort of fascinating.

[littleonewhosteals]

Rags leans against him. "She appeared in my fucking room. Like someone would trust me with a dog. But it's because Trevor was in here. And then the damn thing ripped." He gestures to it.

"I tried to fix it, but maybe I should get someone with actual skills to do it."

[draculabutbackwards]

"The two of them are a force to be reckoned with," Adrian agrees. He isn't quite sure about trusting Trevor with a dog, either. But that's clearly done. "I sew a bit if you want help."

[littleonewhosteals]

Rags gives him a very, very sly look.

"Oh really? I didn't suspect that at all."

And he pushes the supplies towards him.

[draculabutbackwards]

Adrian doesn't mind the sewing, or even begrudge the little victory for Rags, but he does feel playing him like that deserves some answer. He dips to pick up a few escaped fluffs of beanbag filling and sprinkles them with stone-faced deliberateness into Rags' hair. "Alright, let's see the damage..."

[littleonewhosteals]

He reaches up to brush it out of his hair.

"Good luck," he grumbles and leans into him, deliberately trying to sabotage the work he's doing.

[draculabutbackwards]

"This is less than fair when I can't just pick you up and toss you over my shoulder," Adrian says mildly. Stupid bruised ribs. "And likely to end with those all over your room."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Oh no, you have to be fucking nice to me for a change," he tells him. "But if you get them on my carpet, you have to pick up every single one. Do you have fancy magic for that?"

[draculabutbackwards]

He reaches over and plucks one missed pellet from Rags' hair, where thanks to the power of physics, it is trying to burrow. "Looks as though I could just use you to collect them. Little bastards and static electricity seem to be a match made in heaven."

[littleonewhosteals]

"What's static electricity?" he mutters, shaking out his hair again and lowering his head. He runs his fingers through it.

[draculabutbackwards]

"On one level, the same as the forces that turn on lights around here. Differences in the way they're charged..." He trails off. "You probably don't feel like science lectures."

[littleonewhosteals]

"Actually, yeah. A science lecture is exactly what I want." They're playful and sarcastic, but he can't forget the real reason that he had Adrian over. He just wants to erase that for a while.

[draculabutbackwards]

Adrian considers a moment, nods, and pulls Rags gently to him to begin a soft, slightly meandering explanation of what static electricity is. Never let it be said he doesn't understand the assignment.