When now his eyes opened, he saw. And he looked at him with eyes that were.. soft. Something had happened, and not just him taking Atticus.<br/>Slowly, gently, he withdrew and guided his bodyguard's legs to a more relaxed position ; to lay on the bed.<br/>Though his body demanded rest, however short, he didn't take it before he was at the man's right side and trailed his fingers through the mess Atticus had made, lightly chuckling.<br/><br/>He didn't reach for the two belts, though.<br/><br/>"Something tells me you should have done this more, Louis. You have hardly any stamina," he said when he had caught his breath again, sticky fingers raising to his own lips, head tilting while he watched him.<br/>"Of course I'd be happy to aid you in this matter...," he added, then licked his fingers, one after the other.<br/><br/>"Did I hurt you?"<br/><br/>Dark eyes now locked on him, head perched on a hand, elbow firmly planted into the mattress. A perfectly normal picture of a man laying on his side.