[The naked gratitude in Goodsir's voice should probably embarrass him, but it doesn't. He's too tired, for one thing. Being in the manor is more comfortable than sleeping in a tent, but it turns out that a nice blanket isn't a cure for nightmares.
He hugs Tim until it occurs to him that it's probably inappropriate to keep doing so. When he lets go and steps back he's smiling in that sweetly awkward way he has.]
My apologies.
You're very, ah, well built. What did you say you did before arriving here?
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[The naked gratitude in Goodsir's voice should probably embarrass him, but it doesn't. He's too tired, for one thing. Being in the manor is more comfortable than sleeping in a tent, but it turns out that a nice blanket isn't a cure for nightmares.
He hugs Tim until it occurs to him that it's probably inappropriate to keep doing so. When he lets go and steps back he's smiling in that sweetly awkward way he has.]
My apologies.
You're very, ah, well built. What did you say you did before arriving here?