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And eventually, Havelock heads upstairs, with the intention of getting to sleep.

...At some point. Half an hour later sees him showered and in clean clothes, sitting cross-legged on his bed and writing up certain impressions that he doesn't wish to forget. Among them ideas for a new trap to install in his aunt's chimney.

Idly, he wonders if razor blades would be too unsporting.

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It's almost surpising. He's not very squishy, really.

But he puts an accommodating arm around Puck when he arrives right next to him, so that's clearly all right.

"I forgot to ask," he says, after a quiet moment. "Is everything well here?"

"Mmm? Oh, quite well." Except for, you know, Lilly's being missing and everything. Puck hasn't quite caught on to that one yet.

"Rather distressingly dull, actually," he adds with a sigh. "Your own doings are of far greater interest."

"I suppose dull has it's advantages," he says. Nobody is likely to be kidnapped or murdered, for instance.

Nobody who matters, anyway.

"So I have heard," Puck says dryly. "But thus far, I have yet to experience them."

"Hmm, one needs a great deal of patience to make it bearable," Havelock replies.

Or, you know, any.

"That quite explains it," Puck sighs.

And ... snuggles, a little bit.

"I have ever been lacking in patience."

Snuggling? What is this madness?!

"What a terrible flaw."

Meanwhile, Havelock curls an arm more comfortably around Puck.

This is not madness!

THIS IS SPART--

"'Tis a wonder you put up with me, really."

"Oh, it is a daily struggle."

:D?

"I'm sure."

Puck is Very Serious.

"Your fortitude is to be commended."

Havelock nobly does not laugh.

"Yes, I have been commended for it on many an occasion."

"Have you really?"

Shock!

"By whom?"

"Mostly those with a taste for irony."

Read: Madam and nobody else.

"Aha."

Now giving him a sidelong glance.

"I suppose that excludes Master Maxwell."

Havelock shrugs.

"Perhaps. Though I have not spoken with him in some time."

One of those things about ~~timezones~~ being busy looking after small children, and ~~timezones~~ heading out to assassinate people, while ~~timezones~~ getting involved in politics.

"Nor have I, really. But it is just the sort of thing I shouldn't put past him, did I feel him capable of irony."

"I am sure he has a hidden talent just waiting to emerge."

Is he being serious? Who knows!

Puck snorts. "Charitable of you, darling."

Charity is a quality that Puck has always admired in Havelock.

Also: kissability. Namely, of the neckish regions.

"Isn't it?" he says dryly.

Havelock himself is admiring of Puck's talent in kissing neckish regions at large.

He smiles, eyes half-closing.

Puck is only too happy to share his talent with Havelock; it's lovely to be appreciated, after all.

"Oh ... utterly."

Havelock laughs softly, consciously relaxing. It's a little unnerving, letting your guard down when your thoughts are already fuzzy. It's not something he imagines ever getting used to.

But he can try.

One hand traces up Puck's spine to rest at the nape of his neck.

Puck can tell when Havelock unwinds; he's gotten good at telling.

It's an immensely satisfactory feeling every time.

He leans in, tilting his head a bit to get a better angle, and possibly the thought flickers through his mind that huh, it'll be awkward if the kids wake up and are scarred for life.

The narration presents this only as a possibility.

A possibility, yes, but a distinct one.

Oh, dear. Progressive and liberal Lilly and Puck may be, but this may even earlier than anyone wanted to educate their kids.

Good thing Havelock and Puck are sneakylike?

Good thing for Aria and Adrian, at the very least.

Puck and Lilly may deliberately traumatize them with fish executions, but this is something he'd rather keep on the downlow.

.... Sadly, that goes for you too, gentle reader.

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