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"Kidnap princesses, fight knights, eat virgins," Aodh replied and was, thankfully enough, already red enough from the wine that the flush that he turned was not any worse. "You already have a treasure hoard, you know ..."

He made a gesture for the other to get the remote, to put something on.

".. and I don't know what that makes me," was added with a huff. "I am scarred enough to be a knight now, I suppose, but I don't feel like one."

"I should've punched the thing that scarred me. I'm doing this wrong," Aodh sighed into his glass and took another drink. His nose wrinkled up at being called little knight. He was hardly little anymore but ...

Well, Jaro was still taller than him. That was alright, he supposed.

The whine got a small laugh. "Alright but you can't complain at all if I pick something you don't like." Which did involve some careful leaning across Jaro in some way to get the remote to turn on the television and flip through his DVR collection to find something to watch.

There was another face made by Aodh at the entire bleeding out thing.

The comment about him smelling good had him freezing in place, eyes widening and turning to stare at Jaro. This time the flush did get worse, it was noticeable, as he finally grabbed at the remote. It took two attempts but he managed it. "You're the worst, Jaro, the worst."

"... just because," he replied, then huffed and fell backwards with a hiss of breath. "Also because you're shoving the injured person around."

Aodh was now sulking, arm wrapping around his side for effect.

"I don't believe you," Aodh replied, sighing and then shifting when Jaro landed in his lap. A hand ended up going to rest on his shoulder a moment. "You should be careful, Jaro ..."

Then he was picking up the remote, not thinking about the fact that the older man was in his lap. The comment about assault had his ears turning pink and he looked up suddenly towards the television and the menu to pick something out.

"I still don't believe you," he said again.

The rubbing of Jaro's cheek on his leg made Aodh smile a bit. He shifted a little himself, eventually settling with his arm across the other because there was no other place to put it. His hand found a bit of hair to twine around his fingers.

"... I do trust you, you know," he told him after he picked the next episode of the drama he had been watching with Jaro, "and you're kind of the best even if I say you're the worst sometimes."

"Is that going to be a thing now? Not ode to joy anymore? Now I'm little knight?" Not sure which one was better or worse, to be honest. "Maybe I just know that underneath everything you're terrible in all the right ways."

It was true or so he thought. Aodh liked Jaro just fine. At his best, at his worst, even in between. Otherwise he would not have stuck around. He rubbed a hand across his warm cheeks.

"You never did tell me what that was." A finger was poked into Jaro's cheek. At this point, even with a couple glasses in him, Aodh was clearly a little on the drunk side.

Aodh's finger wagged at Jaro and pulled away. It settled back and found a piece of hair to play with. His eyes were half-closed. Alcohol made him sleepy every time. At least this amount did, anyway, and he was feeling comfortable.

"Mm, I can see that. Would've guessed that eventually but it was one of your projects. I don't like knowing until it's done."