We're communicators after all...

[chesspolitik]

Four days after acquiring his unexpected yurtguest, Anatoly was settling into a domestic routine of sorts. After so many months alone, it was nice to have someone sharing his living space again, even if it was only until Lex was well again.

"Your tea, your excellency," Anatoly teased, holding Lex's cup out to him. He didn't mind looking after him, constant trips for tea and soup and all, but he couldn't help the need to give him a bit of a hard time about it.

Once the tea was handed over, he finally shrugged off his coat and boats and sat down at the small table next to the bed, and prepared to drink his own tea. "How are you feeling?"

Comments

[chesspolitik]

Anatoly glanced over at Lex, curiously. He had the sense that his friend's own holidays had not nearly been as happy as his. "It was, as long as we were too busy to dwell on other things."

Cautiously, he leaned forward and asked, "What did you do?"

[capable-of.livejournal.com]

Lex considered what he said very carefully, since he didn't want to go into the details. He gave Anatoly a half-hearted smile. "Nothing like that. My holidays were more about business then family." And he left it at that, Lionel's phantom whispers in his ear aside.

[chesspolitik]

"We'll have to make our own tradition then," Anatoly said, attempting to lighten the mood. "Since we just have each other here."

[capable-of.livejournal.com]

Sighing softly, Lex let all the tension caused by thinking about his father slip away and he smiled much easier at Anatoly. "I'd like that."

And he already had some in mind.