Palace: At Your Service.

"...no really, I'm, ummm, really tired. The train was awful and--"

"Well, I figured that! That's exactly why you need me, see?" Adrian was being really persistent, despite Johnny's attempts to head him off. He wound himself around Johnny like a pea vine around a pole, dotting his face with kisses and rubbing his shoulders. "I'll give you a backrub, and then a footrub, and then do your legs...."

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[This takes place the evening of the day of Separation.]


Dinner that evening was awkward. Not overtly; Dr. Lee would never air disappointment in front of others, but Johnny could feel a... an edge of frost in his manner. He wasn't surprised, and had actually expected to be hauled in and yelled at the minute he'd walked in the door. But Dr. Lee had been busy and had given him a bare nod and a, "Johnny," when they'd passed in the hall a couple of hours before dinner. Johnny had paused but Dr. Lee had just stridden on. That didn't necessarily mean anything; he was always busy and if he had... issues to bring up, he wouldn't want to try to do it in a hallway where anyone could pass by in the thirty seconds he could squeeze between obligations.

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