Valerian ran a hand through his hair, trying to make himself feel more presentable even though he knew it was silly. It made him feel better, though, and at this point he needed all the extra confidence he could get. He tugged his housecoat tighter around him, his eyes flickering up to Greengrass who was still looking away from him, and then began busily tidying the bed while the other man dressed himself—pulling the covers back over the bed in a semi-straight way, stacking the pillows near the headboard. After a moment he peeked up again and froze in his tracks, abandoning the last pillow at Greengrass' words to follow him across the room. Overcome with a sense of urgency, he stopped in front of the door, blocking Greengrass from exiting.

"Soon," he requested, placing his hand on the side of Greengrass' shoulder and running it down the length of his arm until he found his hand. He intertwined their fingers and squeezed them gently—a reassuring gesture if it was possible at all.

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