Bert's hand was gone in a moment, then. He tried desperately to recall the night before but found it naught but a vague blur. Was...was Cordelia about somewhere? That didn't make terrible much sense either, but more sense than to think he and Roland had been alone in this bed.
Because that was an impossibility. Even when lust madness had held everyone in its grips that week, he'd managed to avoid ending up here. It was one bed he had no desire ever to share in more than the most platonic and fraternal sense. He could only hope that Roland could shed some light on their very strange circumstances.
He flopped over onto his back, eyes opening blearily to stare at the ceiling.
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Bert's hand was gone in a moment, then. He tried desperately to recall the night before but found it naught but a vague blur. Was...was Cordelia about somewhere? That didn't make terrible much sense either, but more sense than to think he and Roland had been alone in this bed.
Because that was an impossibility. Even when lust madness had held everyone in its grips that week, he'd managed to avoid ending up here. It was one bed he had no desire ever to share in more than the most platonic and fraternal sense. He could only hope that Roland could shed some light on their very strange circumstances.
He flopped over onto his back, eyes opening blearily to stare at the ceiling.
"...don't suppose you remember last night?"