Grey can feel the shift through the incomplete tether. He can feel the nervous energy crawling over the mage and it's not a surprise to him when Midnight pulls away. He doesn't know exactly what's happening, but he can guess given how mages tend to react to storms.
He's just never seen it close up.
His arm tightens around Midnight's waist and he murmurs: "Hold on," as he extends his hand outside the cave, letting rain fall onto his palm. When he pulls his hand back there's water in the cup of his palm. He pours it onto Midnight's shoulders, then spreads it across the mage's chest, washing away grime and blood and dirt from his skin. It takes a few tries to get him actually clean. His hand, wet and chilled with the rain water, splays on the mage's chest, one rough thumb brushing over a nipple quite deliberately as Grey looks at Midnight.
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He's just never seen it close up.
His arm tightens around Midnight's waist and he murmurs: "Hold on," as he extends his hand outside the cave, letting rain fall onto his palm. When he pulls his hand back there's water in the cup of his palm. He pours it onto Midnight's shoulders, then spreads it across the mage's chest, washing away grime and blood and dirt from his skin. It takes a few tries to get him actually clean. His hand, wet and chilled with the rain water, splays on the mage's chest, one rough thumb brushing over a nipple quite deliberately as Grey looks at Midnight.
"You okay?"