The following day finds Joe distracted and busy, and Ian unsettled.
After a restless night Ian had rolled out of bed right after his lover, he’s fussed a little over the swelling of Joe’s lip, the split, but Joe’d brushed it aside and Ian’d let him go.
His daily yoga does nothing to soothe the uncomfortable feeling of ‘not right’ indeed it builds, until Ian wonders if he needs pain of his own to get his head on straight.
With the house tidied and all his correspondence taken care off Ian doesn’t have enough to distract himself.
Ironically, Joe has plenty of work to distract him...
and yet he’s still sitting there in front of his monitors nearly an hour later, poking idly at his fat lip and replaying last night over and over again in excruciating detail.
It’s like when you lose a tooth and can’t keep your tongue out of the hole, even though it hurts like hell... or split your lip and can’t keep yourself from poking at it...
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