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Castor was a deep sleeper usually. That deep sleep tended to be broken when his body would decide hey, remember getting plastered? About that, you've got to pee but have getting to the bathroom.
He felt someone at his back, (he assumed it was Yvaine), but didn't think much of it. The bed, ad comfortable as it was, hardly was going to remain comfortable if he didn't take care of his business. He remembered getting drunk, and vaguely, hate kissing Gev, but that was about it.

Gently moving as to not rouse his partner, Castor, now Elzo as he was back in his civilian clothes, went to the bathroom, and took care of his business, managing to fight back vomiting even if his head felt like jello.
Stepping into the hotel room, the hotel room from his hotel, which meant staff would have seen him, (or Castor, which was worse), he was greeted by another sight.
A man in the bed.

Suddenly, the soreness and tenderness in him made a lot more sense.

This was startling development, as he never had well. Done that before, much less with a man, and a number of questioned pounded his head. First- A glass of water brought over along with the complimentary asprin, Elzo gave the man a gentle shake to his shoulder.
"Hey. Dunno, your name but, it's uh-" He looked at the clock, "- it's 11:43. Time to wake up."

Elzo was not unused to waking up in bed with virtual strangers. His youth hadn't bee exactly made of the right choices, and he tended to have a pretty calm after sex mindset. You talked, were civil, and went on your way. Unless they were crazy in which case you left the second they started talking about having your kids and getting married. Those types Elzo quickly learned to avoid.

Thankfully, being that there was a naked man in the bed, he didn't think they'd want to be having his kids.
The man saly, looked more confused and shocked than anything and suddenly, Elzo had a horrid, gut clenching feeling. He'd bee drunk and if they had- was it consentual? The ghosts of his pasts haunted him, and suddenly, Elzo felt very afraid.
"I- I'm-" Then like a kick to the a** he remember just who he'd last remembered. Gev. Kissing Gev.

Suddenly, that fear rocketed up.
"I hope if anything I'm not your princess." Gev might understand, but some random guy? Less so. If he and Gev had...
It would get very complicated, very fast.

******** was Gevaudan. And while Elzo was pretty sure eh wouldn't kill him in a hungover after stage regret, later? Oh, later was fully up in the air. Never mind he'd apparently played catcher. Swallowing down the nasuea he had from his own raging headache, Elzo sat on the edge of the bed, halfheartedly looking for his pants.

He didn't see them. Which wasn't a big issue. It was one of his hotels. If he felt rude enough he'd call up Marlo and have him send something over. But, chances were the pants were on the other side of the room, or, thrown into the closet. Something like that.
"Well, you're not wrong." He figured being nice to his would be murderer and now apparent one night lover was only polite.

"I uh-" But just how far had they gotten and-
"Well. I'm sore." He said, inflecting on the word 'sore'. "But I can't recall a whole lot. Did we uh-" The bin was on the other side. "Did we at least be marginally responsible?"
Drunk ******** was one thing. Unsafe drunk ******** was another.

While he wasn't by any means an expert on doing it there, Elzo did know that if done improperly, it would have hurt a heck of a lot worse. He winced when it hit him that for all his bluster, causing unneeded pain was likely not Gev's cup of tea. Torture was one thing, needless pain another.

But- "if we asked the staff... then chances are they know I'm here. Might not have been a good idea to come to one of my hotels." He muttered. if staff had seen then- Marlo would know. And no doubt, he'd get the dressing down of the century from his sibling.

"I'm... good. Sore, but not pained? I've had worse." Which was true. Some of his past lovers had taken 'rough' as a sign he liked getting hurt. Which was very different.

Rubbing his shoulder, (which felt oddly tender) Elzo found what did sting.
"You bit me." Just perfect.

Oh boy, yeah. He was definitly going to regret being so candid but at the same time, Elzo didn't know how to act in this situation. One night stands were all well and good. heck even if his first time with a man was such, no big deal. Sadly, this was Gevaudan, who wanted to kill him. The knight who had tried several times and had made no bones about his willingness to do so.

The affirmation that Gev knew he'd been 'virgin' sent blood rushing to his face.
"Yeah well, never had a reason to. This was..." what was it exactly? Certainly not anything tender, nor, something sought out. It was born from them pushing each other to get the other to yield and-

"...We had a ********." There was no other way to say it. They used each other. And from the throb in his lower have, he'd been very well used.

Shaking his head and holding it with one hand to try and fight the throb there, blye eyes scanned the room, moving awkwardly to the closet. Inside-
"Found them." No boxers- had they-

A quick glance at the floor told him yeah, they ripped his boxers off. How cliche.
Tossing pants that were not his to the other man he figured it was only decent.
"Elzo." He said. "Might as well tell you. Rather not have you harassing those im with to try to find who I am. Plus, if you're seen leaving the room with me, someone on staff might leak a photo of us to the press." Wouldn't be the first time he'd caused a scandal.

Elzo scoffed, "You have a better term for what happened? Because I don't. And I'm damn sure I didn't profess love or anything like that." He got the feeling he might have been loud at one time or another. He wasn't exactly a quiet partner.

Still, the other man laughed, and Elzo relaxed a margin. They were on awkward footing but at the least, they'd not try to kill each other currently. And.. well. It was hardly useful to henshin just to leave after having been ousted.

"I'm an.. eligible bachelor. While me and Mjolnir are together, and I consider us as close to married as possible, legally, we aren't, and thus, when you're a CEO of a multi-million dollar international hotel chain? You tend to garner a small amount of attention. Thus- many find my personal affairs to be public." He huffed, bristling. He didn't like the idea in general, even less that Yvaine might see he'd gone as slept with some and have it presented to her. An open relationship was one thing, but when you had kids and genuinely loved the woman who was their mother? It was complicated.

Moving to the bathroom, Elzo began to button up his shirt, pants still slung over one arm.
"Hardly going to go after your husband. Or dog. It's like I said before, I might kill you, but I won't seek to hurt those for the sake of hurt. Besides, those kind of tactics are for those complacent in transgressions. Otherwise it's the hallmark of a weak adversary." He was a man and senshi who wanted the challenge. Where would that be if he went after Torin's loved ones? Nowhere.

"You worried that we'll be ousted and he'll find out?" It was reasonable he supposed.

Shuffling on his pants and using the mirror to attempt to make himself as presentable as possible, Elzo wasn't sure what words to offer that might comfort a man he considered an amicable enemy. If he liked it or not, they'd ********. And, Elzo was not the 'other man' as it were. He knew that, and still drunk or not, he'd allowed it and facilitated the progression. He was just as much at fault as Torin.

"Look." He brushed his hair back with his fingers. He felt.. dirty. Not from sex, or the situation, but from the lack of a shower. Of all things to fuss about that was it. It helped ground him.
"I'm not an expert on relationships, nor, can I claim to know your relationship with your husband but I will tell you what I do know." He sighed, coming out of the bathroom to sit on the bed.

"If you keep this from him, it will eat you up inside. It'll sour every smile he gives you and make every moment with him seem stolen from a lie. I can cover our.. incident well enough. Using the staff entrances and elevator isn't an issue for me. Plus, my people know well enough I pay them too decently to risk spilling to reporters and getting fired for. But in any event, you'll need to tell him."

The man he hated, fought, and would readily kill looking so distraught, so normal- it didn't sit well with him. Not in the least.

".... If he loves you, he'll listen. He might not forgive you, it will hurt, but love is about communication, about working for the relationship and working as a team. Y-" He paused. "Mjolnir knows I will see other women, I told her as much when she got serious with me. I was afraid to fall in love with her and face the idea of her being hurt because of me. Yet she understood, she accepted me and my fear, and I fell in love anyway. Now? Now I don't look for lovers, much less entertain the idea of having many. I love her- but even so, I know I'm not a good man. I want... I don't know what I want to be honest. But what I do know is that I love her, and no matter what I do, that love won't change. Your husband- if you love him, you have to be willing to tell him your flaws, to share mistakes and ask for him to work with you so you can earn his trust back, to make it better. Love is... something we work for."

He shook his head, smiling.

"The fact you regret, and you're scared of losing him says a lot more than you think."