JJ

*hits play* Yes, your highness.

*Chuckles*

*settles back against the pillows* You're too comfortable in my bed, you know that?

*He winces a little, but doesn't complain. He's used to the pain. He's more focused on the feeling of Owen's hands on his back. It's a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. He can't help but wonder what it would be like if Owen was touching him in a different way...*

*He holds a finger to his lips, signalling for silence. He listens intently for a moment before the footsteps fade away down the hall. He lets out a slow breath and turns back to you.* Think it was just my mom. For now. *He walks back over to you, his voice low.* We should actually shower. Now. Before we get another surprise visitor.

*nods quickly* together? *blushes at the thought*

What, scared you can't keep your hands to yourself? *He murmurs, a low, teasing smirk on his face.* Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

I have no idea I think my cat got it

*turns the band-aid over in his fingers* Your cat? Sure. *grins, tossing it at you* And I'm the king of England. You gonna explain why it looks like someone slapped it on after a fight?

*He sits back down on the bed, still looking away from you. He's quiet for a moment, trying to process his feelings. Then he turns to you* I know you're just trying to help, but...you can't just say things like that.

If I didint why am I doing this rn?

*He pauses, considering your words. He looks at you, his expression softening slightly* I guess you're right. But it's just...it's hard to believe you're just being friendly. I mean, you're touching me in places that...well, you know.