Walter answered by setting the bottle of pills on Victor's desk and falling face down on the bed. "I don't think I'm supposed to get the bandages wet yet," came his response, muffled by the mattress though it was.
Victor sat down next to his boyfriend and gently stroked his hair. "Well, let's get you ready for bed, then. Do you need to go to the bathroom? You want some water?"
More drugs was his first impulse, but he really hated the way they made him feel - other than not hurty. Not hurty was good. Instead he pushed himself up, almost grinding his teeth together to keep silent.
He started to unbutton his shirt and reminded himself that if the situation were reversed, he'd want to do as much as possible to help Victor and Victor was probably feeling the same way.
"I think I'll need some help getting my shirt off before I go to the bathroom."
"Okay," he replied, and carefully helped Walter up. Nimbly, he unbuttoned his boyfriend's shirt, and couldn't help but smile a little. Wasn't it last month that I needed your help with my shirt?"
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He started to unbutton his shirt and reminded himself that if the situation were reversed, he'd want to do as much as possible to help Victor and Victor was probably feeling the same way.
"I think I'll need some help getting my shirt off before I go to the bathroom."
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