[ maybe it's the exhaustion, maybe something else, but there's an odd sensation in his chest at the mention of his heart, the pressure and warmth of dorian's hand there above it. that had been the least of the pain he'd experienced, surprisingly, and he rests his palm atop the other man's, slipping his fingers underneath to give it a squeeze. he can almost sense the feelings running through him with those few words. why it doesn't bother him as much might be strange, but he's had so many threats against his life in the past that this feels like nothing. ]

I'm fine, Dorian. [ then, slowly, he shakes his head. ] They got me from behind, but I think I know who did it. I —

[ a frown settles over his features. ]

It shouldn't matter. If I'm going to be here with you, they might forget about me. Especially since they probably believe I died in that alley where they left me. [ he isn't going to hold a grudge against them for that, not when it had been retaliation for the things he'd done while he'd been down there. as much in self-defense as it had been.

releasing dorian's hand, he steps aside to leave the shower. ] Don't think about it right now. We both need rest.