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It occurred to Lauri that he probably should have started from the top down with his inspection about the time that Yuuri clasped his hands over his lap and closed his eyes. There was just something...a bit charged about his position between Yuuri's knees, touching his legs like that, even if he meant for it to be a fairly clinical examination for damage.

And still, he'd pressed on. Because he'd started them down this road and he would finish it so that Yuuri wouldn't think he was some sort of weird pervert. It wasn't as though he didn't notice the blushing, the rapidity of Yuuri's pulse, or the way his packmate tensed up - he wasn't an idiot. He was just trying to not make a thing out of it since Yuuri had been so shy and timid and though Lauri had no objections in theory to bedding Yuuri, the present time would have been more than slightly inappropriate.

Thin. Yuuri was thin. His bones prominent under translucent skin, veins clear paths easily followed, save where Yuuri's skin had been damaged by his fight. Lauri shook his head a bit, whomever 'Kamacite's' opponent had been, he'd been effective. "I'll get you some ice for that, some aspirin." He's talking fast. Embarrassed - because he's nude? Or is it because he's so thin? Or because his body responded to being touched? Maybe all these things, maybe something else.

"I don't think anything is broken." But since he'd said his face hurt, Lauri put both hands out to explore Yuuri's face with the same care he'd used elsewhere, prodding lightly and watching for a pain response. It was pretty clear he'd have a black eye on the left side, so the Finn didn't press much there, instead just turning his head this way and that; the bite mark deepened his frown and drew another sigh. "You'll have a black eye, some nasty bruising. But I think you'll mostly be okay. You should rest at least a day, if possible."

He let his hands drop from Yuuri's face to his waist, reaching around him for the towel and pulling it back up around his shoulders - he was probably cold, after all; once terrycloth was once more settled around thin shoulders, Lauri straightened and cleared his throat.

"Will you be fine while I get ice?"

Downstairs, Lauri checked on Tiberius, who was snoring softly and made boneless puddle in his arms when moved onto the couch where Yuuri had been initially. "This is a ********. He's so emotive, cat." The Finn sighed and went to pick up the mess Tiberius had left in the kitchen before making two separate Ziploc baggies of ice for Yuuri, getting two hand towels to wrap around them, and grabbing the first aid kit.

Lauri started to go back towards the stairs, but stopped and served up a glass of whiskey, neat for himself before making his way back. He needed the fortification. Upon his return to the bedroom, he found a crying packmate, which was distressing. Should have taken two shots...

Kit and ice were set down, but Lauri really didn't know what to do to make Yuuri stop crying - beyond drugging him. Which was an option he was considering. At the very least, he managed to stop himself from saying 'Calm down' again, and instead offered the wrapped ice wordlessly for Yuuri's eye, taking out the Neosporin and using his finger to dab some lightly at the cut on his lip.

"You should lay down so I can ice your shoulder." Something in his tone was a little sharper than flat, a bit more of a command than suggestion.

Obedient again, from shame or because he responds to command? Both? Neither? He was good at reading people, but it was difficult still; he'd had a similar problem the first time he'd encountered Yuuri and assisted him with the ankle injury. It was a bit easier this time, pieces falling into place more now, but still not as well as when he'd been Pasi. He knew this - how didn't matter, but he knew.

Lauri pulled the duvet and sheet out from under Yuuri and then up over his waist as if he were a child; the fact that he'd just tucked his packmate into his bed hitting only after the fact, but it was fine he needed to watch after Yuuri anyway. It was dangerous to let this one alone too long - he would smother himself in self-loathing and panic.

"Yes and yes." As usual, the Finn's answers were blunt and to the point, but his hands were gentle as the set the second ice pack to Yuuri's battered shoulder. The mumbled statement got a final yes as well, "I did not mind the biting." Lauri sighed and rubbed his hand over the scar on his neck, remembering the sharp pain of it; biting was the least of it, but he assumed nothing about the Wolfe's relationship with Yuuri.

"I think it might have been different for you." Lauri fetched water to place at Yuuri's bedside, and gave him two aspirin from a packet, frowning as he did so. "If this does not help enough, you tell me. There are other things."

There were things to be concerned about and things to think about later when he wasn't playing caregiver to a packmate - like discussing the carelessness of having corrupted someone to the Negaverse without equipping them with the information and skills necessary to thrive. But that wasn't for Yuuri to worry about, at all, nor was it something for him to voice aloud to him - no matter how frustrated Lauri might be with Wolfeite.

"Your life belongs to the Negaverse first, then to the Pack. Then it belongs to yourself. There is order to these things that Wolfeite knows, Yuuri." Lauri helped to get Yuuri resettled onto the pillows with the ice after taking the aspirin, even going so far as to stroke his hair gently. "It is important to remember these things."

Yuuri moved like he was in quite a bit of pain; Lauri knew it would only get worse. The aspirin wouldn't be enough to let him rest properly - rest that was needed desperately to help set the healing process in motion.

The Finn rose and got a beer from the mini fridge for himself, setting it on the other bedside table and getting onto the bed carefully so it didn't jostle Yuuri too much. He drew a box from the top drawer as well, and went about the process of loading a glass pipe with an aromatic green herb, intent on his new project. "I don't think the aspirin will be enough."

Yuuri made a small questioning sound and turned his head a bit, but the ice pack mostly kept Lauri's actions from his view. "Have you ever been high?" An answer to the negative confirmed what Lauri had believed about his packmate - it was unfortunate, but not really unexpected. "This will help with the pain and let you relax enough to sleep." Was it bad that he was taking advantage of Yuuri's trusting and obedient nature? Perhaps, but it was for the best, really.

Offering the pipe was out of the question - Yuuri wouldn't know how to use it properly, plus his lip was busted. So how to get the smoke into his lungs? There was nothing for it, really. Lauri shifted on the bed so he was half leaning over the injured man, "You're going to breath what I give you, so open your mouth, Yuuri. We may have to try a few times, but you'll figure it out." It was clear that Yuuri didn't quite understand, but he was obedient as the Finn lit up and drew in deep lungs full of the sweet white smoke before putting his mouth carefully over Yuuri's and exhaling into him.

The coughing fit was actually not that bad a thing, really, so Lauri left him too it, though he did put one hand on Yuuri's chest while he coughed like a boss. "Easy now, when you settle some we'll do it again." And in the interim, he'd just take another hit for himself, proving that it was something he did fairly often.

When the coughing settled but Yuuri didn't move his hands, Lauri gave him a hand with it, "Again, Yuuri," Making him drop the guarding hands so that the Finn could once again 'kiss' smoke into his captive guest, holding Yuuri's chin with his free hand.

There was no escape.

One more should be enough, I don't want to ******** him up too much... "Good, good." Encouragement was important for someone like Yuuri, Lauri knew this - he understood it. He also understood it was important to that his packmate could pull away and 'escape' if he really wanted - or needed. But it seemed like Yuuri had accepted his fate, because this time when he stopped coughing he dropped his hand and opened his mouth again and just waited. Such an obedient boy.

"Just once more, you're doing very well. Try to hold it in your lungs." Lauri lit up again and repeated the whole process with Yuuri; when he finally leaned back it was to take another hit for himself before setting his paraphernalia back in the box so it wouldn't go wandering.

Lauri dropped onto the bed next to Yuuri and exhaled, white smoke across the blanket. There we go. So much better. He could relax some too, finally.

Yuuri did quite well that third time, and Lauri smiled, the emotion making his anti-eyebrow piercing move as the muscles of his face did in ways not normally seen. The THC should start creeping up on him slowly, hitting like a warm blanket around his consciousness; it was already working for Lauri, but he'd inhaled more deeply and taken it first-hand, rather than second-hand the way Yuuri had.

"I remember things as Aue, mostly." Lauri's hand rested on the duvet over Yuuri's stomach, fingers making unknowable shapes there. "Pasi made a file about people and events that mattered. You're in it. It explains where the scar on my thigh is from."

Yuuri's words slithered into his brain - 'I thought you might drag me to the police station for assault... or hurt me... completely in your right to do so...' "He - I - kidnapped you. Over coffee. It was to care for you but. Weird. Stupid." Lauri was being a bit chatty, which was probably strange too.

"How's your face?" Sitting up with effort, the Finn reached to touch smooth skin, fingers light over bruised flesh and abrasions. "The ice helps. Leeches would be better. Not really sure about becoming a leech farmer. Might be worth it." Being in the Negaverse, that was.

Yuuri's lowered stress response told Lauri that he was relaxing some, the smoke he'd inhaled was doing it's work - he wasn't sure if his packmate would need more, but that was something they could figure out as they went. Really. For the moment he was more concerned with the puffy swelling of Yuuri's eye and the fact that he wasn't trying to melt into the bed to hide just because Lauri was touching his face.

"Yeah." The Finn chuckled and peeled Yuuri's lower eyelids down when the ice pack was moved, but it didn't look like there was anything crazy going on, so he left that well enough alone. "You're a little stoned, Yuuri." The bite mark made him angry again, but it was something to put aside - biting him was one thing, after all, Aue had gone and bitten Wolfeite back...he was perfectly capable of holding his own. Kamacite wasn't. Yuuri wasn't. Biting him was biting someone utterly defenseless and that displeased Lauri quite a bit.

"Swelling's coming from blood pooling under the skin. Leeches would help some, with a fairly fresh wound, anyway." Lauri shrugged a little, then gestured for him to put the ice back on his face, "Give it a little longer, if you still hurt a lot in fifteen minutes...we can try more smoke." Until then, he was going to contemplate leeches and Yuuri's bite mark. And his own. And the one he left on Wolfeite.