[Barnaby settles himself into the nearby cushions not long after he finishes his task. His shirt was partially unbuttoned and his hair was still a disorderly mess of curls from the adventures he had with soap and the dogs just a short time before, but he didn't care. Not when he was in his own home, with a man who had seen him in far worse straights.
He glanced over at his lover and gave him a weary smile.]
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He glanced over at his lover and gave him a weary smile.]
Thanks for dinner. It was delicious, like always.