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Alg wasn't happy that Jeremiah was held longer. He knew, common sense told him, that his spouse had to make statements and answer to people. More so than his own brief medical check, questioning and dismissal. It didn't make him feel any better. He was a fickle, jealous man and tonight had been difficult, trying... and dare we say traumatizing?

He just wanted him here.

Alg limped in the front door, tossed his keys in the bowl and groaned as he shifted wrong and the quickly tended claw marks in his shoulder pulled. The cats were on him immediately and the professor worked on an exhausted automatic going about making sure they had water and food before he realied they'd been fed earlier in the evening. The night felt like an eternity and not at all like just a few very stressful hours.

The stairs were a bit of work but he needed out of the clothes and he needed hot water and by the time Algie emerged from the bathroom, clean and re-bandaged, Jeremiah was still not home.

Whenever the detective did arrive he'd find Alg asleep on the sofa in an old ASHDOWN PD t-shirt and pajama pants, his leg stretched out and encased in frozen peas, two white cats curled around each other on his stomach, and re-runs of Black Books playing at a low volume on the TV.

"Hmm?" He stirred slightly but it was a good extended moment before Alg seemed to actually absorb the news. He moved, forgetting about the knee and the shoulder until he felt the low throbbing pain again and the man winced and cracked open his eyes. His glasses weren't even on and his hair had dried while he slept, flat on his head but stuck up in the back from the pillow.

"Jr'miah.." Groggy talk. He was tired okay. Everything sucked right now.

Jeremiah's chilled lips made him frown a warm hand coming up to settled on the man's cheek. He wasn't going to bother asking what time it was. It had already been late when he'd gotten in.

Alg sat up, against the protests of the cats, who didn't actually move until he was at such an angle they had no choice. Hellbine sort of slid-rolled into his lap blinking and Violetta slid and landed on top of him before hopping to the floor and stretching.

He'd at least taken pain killers so the knee was just a throb but it was stiff now that he'd laid out. "I can um-" His hand rubbed over his face, rubbed his eyes as he tried to wake up, "Start a shower.. or bath for you.."

Alg had to lean a moment on the arm of the couch after he got to his feet, wincing before he could work the stiff knee into moving for him. He had to go get xrays they'd said and he'd be calling the doctor in the morning, but there were too many worse injuries than this.

He paused at the bottom of the stairs when he got there and that twinge of annoyance came back, coming home alone because Jeremiah had to deal with things.

"No-" He waved it off with a grunt and started his way up, "I'm fine."

The drugs were still kicked in so once he was moving it wasn't so bad. Alg made his way slowly up the steps and into the bathroom.

The shower was going, steam filled the bathroom and drifted lightly through the cracked door. Alg was sitting in a chair in the bedroom with his leg up on a footstool and the bridge of his nose pinched between his fingers, eyes closed.

He just wanted to sleep, but had to make sure Jeremiah was taken care of first.

Hearing the sound of slow steps he rose and came to take the tray from him, "Shower first for you." It wasn't a question. The tray was put down and Alg was already moving to undress the other.

Alg grunted agreement, he was still rather groggy, and checked the discarded clothing's pockets before the whole mass of them were dumped in the bin by the bed.

The green eyed man left Jeremiah to the bathroom while he prepared both of them tea. The truth was he wasn't interested in a cuppa as much as sleep at this point, but he needed to stay awake enough to take care of Jeremiah's back before they settled in.

He was very near dozing again, cup and all, when Jeremiah came back out.

"Hrm, m'wake." He blinked his head up, fingers closing on air where his cup of tea had been. He was slightly unfocused without his glasses and half awake but he did reach out to run a warm soothing hand up Jeremiah's arm. "You're cold.."

The tea was still fairly hot which meant Jeremiah's shower was short and he'd only dozed for a moment. "Have your tea. Shall I do the bandages?"

"Don't try and sweet talk me.." Alg grumbled, scooting his chair closer so he could lean to the wrap bandages around his leg. "You should have been home sooner."

Especially beat up. He was sure there had to be some things, if pressed, that could have been put off.

Alg wound the bandage around Jeremiah's leg, covering the wounds before securing it and sitting back up with a tired sigh. He sipped his own tea, realized he really didn't want it, and left it.