He had figured the other man hadn't cared about his appearance; wouldn't be surprised if other sort of maintenance went by the wayside, too. "Well," he said, desummoning. Horace did not offer Kostya a hand, worried the other man might take it as some sort of looking down on him. "If you need anything or like another spar to help get the tingles out, give me a yell. You have my number."
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