Keelan says sit but Fae is already far ahead of him, flopping onto the bed and inhaling deeply as he smothers his face into the silk sheets. He does look like hell, he feels like hell, his body is sore and his knuckles are throbbing but aside from the actual discomfort of it he can't say he minds the pain. It's a good kind of hurt. The kind that makes you feel like you've accomplished something.

Keelan thanks him, and the first time, Fae pretends not to hear. Not because he doesn't appreciate the acknowledgement, but he's just...not sure how to respond. You're welcome feels awkward, even just sitting behind his lips. He doesn't feel like he should be thanked for doing something that anyone should have done, especially when once or twice he might have considered leaving the other man behind.

Keelan didn't need to feel indebted to him. Fae just helped him take back what was already his to begin with.

Rolling onto his back, Fae lifts his hand over his face. He tries to flex his fingers and winces when his muscles sharply protest the movement. The chain really did a number on him - it's definitely fractured - but bashing that meathead's face in was worth it. His knee pulses in agreement.

The bed suddenly dips with Keelan's weight, pulling Fae's attention. He takes his hand and Fae flinches as he presses a cool cloth to his sore knuckles. Then he thanks him. Again. He can't ignore it this time. Warmth colors Fae's cheeks, both from the earnest gratitude and the gentle treatment. He swallows. "Yeah..." It's all he can think to say, and then he's turning his face away and tugging his hand - lightly, not nearly enough to rip it from Keelan's. "You don't need to do that, y'know," he mumbles.