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A Quiet Happiness 2/3

[(Anonymous)]

He chuckled and took a small sip, his nose immediately wrinkling at the taste. He lowered the cup as Shaun poured himself some more. “You said there were lemons?”

“Yes. But be careful, at most, I would suggest one or two slices.”

He rose silently and crossed the floor, ignoring the Templar knight walking through the wall. He squeezed out one lemon slice and took a testing sip. It did taste better. Rather than ruin it, he walked back over and sat near Shaun.

“It still doesn’t taste that great.”

Shaun scoffed. “An acquired taste. I started drinking it because of stomach problems as a young lad.”

“Really?” He took another tiny sip.

Shaun nodded. “It helped. I used to have inflammatory bowel disease. It helped control it. I still have the occasional problem with it when I forget to take some time to make some tea. However, the medications I’m on help the most.”

“I haven’t seen you take any medications.” He took another sip. The drink was quickly growing on him.

“I usually keep them hidden. Right now, though, I’ve run out, and until the Order can get me more, I have to make sure I keep drinking it.”

Another sip, a little large this time, he noted. “How does it help?”

“I’m not entirely sure of the science behind it, but it does help the inflammation.”

He nodded once and looked at the teacup, now half-empty. “Does whatever you have hurt? When will they get you new medication?”

He swore he heard Shaun chuckle, and he looked over at the historian, who had the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips as he looked back at him. “It will be here soon, rest assured, and as for the disease, I’ll spare you the details, but yes, it does hurt, and it is extraordinarily unpleasant.”

Desmond twisted his lips. “But, Rebecca told me you were gay… Does it affect… You know…”

“Sex?” Shaun looked utterly amused at Desmond’s expense. He nodded and took another sip of the tea. “Only if I bottom, and even then, only if I have an active flare-up.”

Desmond looked into the cup he held, then held it out.

“Want more?”

He nodded, tilting his head ever so slightly. “Yeah, it’s not that bad with the lemon in it.”

Shaun chuckled again—it must have been Desmond’s lucky night. He didn’t get to hear the British man laugh much, if ever. Perhaps the tea was, actually, healthier than he expected, if it had that kind of effect on him. He’d have to start drinking it with him more often. He got up and brought over the little plate of sliced lemons, and they drank the tea in a comfortable silence until the last of it was gone, and his lips twitched at the soft sigh Shaun let out.

“Right, I suppose I should be back to working.”

But the British man gave no signs of moving, and Desmond set his cup down, feeling slightly bolder as Shaun stared into his cup. Desmond knew that look, the look that said that he didn’t want to do anything else. He found the look often on the historian’s face, especially at nighttime, when he remained awake later than the girls to finish some sort of technical thing.

He took the cup from his hands gently and set it a ways away, moving the teapot, the lemon plate, and his cup next to it. Then, he gently tugged Shaun into lying down with him on the sleeping bag.

“What are you doing, you prat?” Shaun spit, but Desmond noticed he made no move to get away.