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"and someone has a dirty mind," Wyatt said as he hopped up to sit on the counter, and twisting the top off of a water bottle.

Of course, it was still unclear what he had meant - he could have easily changed his response based on whatever reaction Torin gave. And probably did.

"you can't sneeze or cough when you're in a benadryl coma," he responded with a shrug when asked how he was doing. But honestly worrying and feuding hadn't helped his recovery.

"you already asked me a question, so I don't guess another would hurt."

Someone was being a coy asshat.

Wyatt made a snort-like noise, "Well obviously someone needs to be there to lay the smack-down when someone inevitable makes a move on you."

That was both a yes and kiiiinda a complement? Wyatt's inner tsundere was out of practice.

"I'll kinda be the odd man out then, won't I? A knight or Uranus among all of you fancy-dressed Ganymede knights... Don't expect me to wave large feathered fans or serve you all fresh fruits an' champagne..." like an exotic slave or something. He kinda got a weird mental image of it all.

But Hawara would be a much-needed strategist, a deep-thinker, detached, and generally calm and collected. Even if he was the oddball.