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Deadpan Wyatt replied, "Well, I was meaning sexually, but yeah. Dishes are always welcome to be done."

Lukas really made it easy to forget that he wasn't an innocent puppy with things like that.

Wyatt reached over Lukas for the remote that was on the nightstand, and turned on the TV. It would probably be no surprise that it was on some game show channel, playing some weird word-association game. Perfectly typical for Wyatt.

"Wanna watch anything? I don't get many channels, but I do have a Netflix subscription."

Not that they were likely to actually watch whatever was on, but well...

"There is nothing about me that is wholesome," Wyatt argued playfully, and letting Lukas manhandle him in to what ever weird cocoon he was trying to achieve.

"The things those people do to food, or call food, is a travesty. Crimes against food. Things did not intend to become that when they were killed or harvested," Wyatt began to rant. He wasn't going to mention that his beef stew involved a hefty use of ketchup instead of tomato paste, something he might have picked up from a cooking show.

But it seemed like they were settled in to watch something, and eventually a timer went off for Wyatt to tend to the stew. A while later it was ready to eat, and Wyatt served it up in two large bowls that had a thick handle. He set the bowls in neat little crochet cozies before bringing them, and a nice round loaf of hawiian bread, in to the bedroom, content to resume their prior, more innocent, activities.

It was a fairly wholesome evening.

"yeah yeah yeah," still not wholesome. Totally incognito wholesome.

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Wyatt took the empty bowls to the kitchen sink and filled them with water till they could be dealt with in the morning. He was already plannin gon making Lukas a nice breakfast. Still not wholesome.

"Well I can't have you go streaking across the camp in the rain," Wyatt replied, as if he was going to have any other answer but 'yes.'

Not that streaking was uncommon in the camp, with people going to the showers and forgetting their towel or change of clothes....

Wyatt removed his shirt as he returned to bed, because he often found it uncomfortable to sleep with a shirt. Armpit wedgies an' all that. by now him topless was likely less distracting, as seeing him as Hawara a few times by now would have probably dulled the novelty. At least, Wyatt would assume.

He slipped under the covers, well, a few of them. Not all of them. Had to maintain some modesty for the impending spooning they would no doubt be partaking in.

"And I still say you're brain damaged for doing so, but that's alright," He replied, finding himself snuggling in, putting an arm around the one wrapped around him, hand resting atop Lukas' and lacing their fingers together.

Wyatt was used to being the big spoon. He was used to being the strong one, the dominate one; but he had always yearned to be held and comforted. At least from time to time. He was sure there would still be times when he wanted to be the one holding and babying Lukas, but for now he was content to indulge his more submissive desires. The innocent ones, anyway.

His thumb idly rubbed over Lukas' after he turned out the light, which he had rigged to a separate remote because...yeah, he could be lazy.

"..'night."