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[sunburned]

It's been raining on and off all day and, finally, Granby gives up on trying to be productive. He abandons his sketchbook and sprawls on his bed instead, wounded arm pillowed under his head, hand resting on his belly. He dozes, idly and, somewhat inevitably, he thinks about Will. It's a pleasant enough way to spend an afternoon, even if he does feel worn tight in every muscle, like something waiting to explore.

The rain is almost enough to make him homesick.

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[geniusofdisaster]

Laurence gave a small smile, sitting down on the edge of the bed. No matter how far gone he may have been, he very much doubted he could ever lose himself as completely as Granby did. "I have the benefit of a patient teacher."

[sunburned]

"Who? Me?" He huffs a laugh. "Wait until I've got to teach you to do something that actually takes skill. Then see how patient I am."

[geniusofdisaster]

Laurence looked mildly unimpressed at Granby's statement. "It is much easier to compliment someone when they do not immediately refute it, John."

[sunburned]

"I imagine that it is," says Granby, reaching out to brush his fingers against Laurence's bare knee. "I'll try to do better."