It takes a while before Fletch emerges from the bathroom, all bandaged up and freshly clothed and trying not to collapse on the couch and fall into a dead sleep.
For now, he's shirtless. His wings need a good stretch and he doesn't sure his arms want to move the way sleeves would require him to move, and with the amount of gauze he has wrapped around himself he doesn't really need a shirt anyway. He's sure Richard will understand.
As soon as he enters the kitchen, he flops into the nearest chair and sets his head down on the table. "Sorry. For freakin' you out and potentially puttin' you in danger and... gettin' blood on the carpet."
Thanks to Kerry and Sam, Fletch has learned the fine art of excessive apology.
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Date: 2010-06-11 03:21 am (UTC)For now, he's shirtless. His wings need a good stretch and he doesn't sure his arms want to move the way sleeves would require him to move, and with the amount of gauze he has wrapped around himself he doesn't really need a shirt anyway. He's sure Richard will understand.
As soon as he enters the kitchen, he flops into the nearest chair and sets his head down on the table. "Sorry. For freakin' you out and potentially puttin' you in danger and... gettin' blood on the carpet."
Thanks to Kerry and Sam, Fletch has learned the fine art of excessive apology.