Keiran wasn't sure if James had heard his question initially, and was about to repeat himself. He wasn't very good at picking up on these sorts of things, but he was reasonably sure the other man was checking him out, either that or he really didn't expect the random guest to be wandering around with just a towel on - it was a bit awkward, more so because he didn't know which option was the truth and so Keiran was keen to get himself dressed in something a little less revealing than a borrowed towel. When James replied, Keiran flashed another quick grin, "Great, thanks!" and ducked back to the bathroom to grab his dirty clothes.
Gathering them in a pile, he limped out of the bathroom again this time to the directed laundry. Deciding he wasn't going to keep on bothering his host with dumb questions, like specifically asking if he could use the washing machine, after already having asked for clean clothing, Keiran made quick work of shovelling everything into the washer, and turning it on. It didn't matter how they turned out, as long as it was better than they were now, it would be a marked improvement. With tomorrow's clothing taken care of, he headed back to the hall and to what he presumed was the doorway to James' room.
He hovered there a moment, prepared to wear whatever he was handed since he was in no place to negotiate, nor did he really care. James had seen him covered in mud, limping and admitting he was ready to sleep under a log because he'd lost his phone - really there wasn't much further to fall than that!
Taking the flannel and the patterned pants, Keiran gave a small chuckle at the pattern. For a rugged country guy, James sure seemed to like patterned pyjama pants, "Cute." He remarked, "And it's fine, perfect even, better than muddy hiking gear, or - " Sitting around in a stranger's house wearing a towel. But probably less said about that the better. Stepping back to let James pass him and return to the living room, Keiran made yet another trip to the bathroom to get dressed. Regardless of what the clothing looked like, it was soft clean and comfortable, everything Keiran happened to value at that moment. Now if he could only do a little something to help his ankle, the day's ordeal could be put behind him.
Not wanting to be too suspicious and take too long, Keiran made a quick attempt at a bit of a healing spell. He was already tired, combined with the fact he had never had much luck with healing himself, combined to make it a difficult and not particularly successful task. While he couldn't fix anything, he at least tried to reduce a little of the swelling and the pain, which was better than nothing. Straightening up, he had to fight a brief wave of lightheadedness, a symptom that always seemed to come from using his own magic to heal himself. It was burning the candle at both ends, or so his father had always said...
Finally, Keiran headed out of the bathroom, his shirt hanging open in much the same way James' had been.
"You've got a nice shower." He said, coming to stand by the opposite side of the couch that James' was on, not feeling quite that confident to just sit down on without an invitation on a stranger's lounge. "Though I reckon I'd've settled for a wash from a hose at this point." Probably not, he did have standards, but then again, he really hated being coved in mud too.
Gathering them in a pile, he limped out of the bathroom again this time to the directed laundry. Deciding he wasn't going to keep on bothering his host with dumb questions, like specifically asking if he could use the washing machine, after already having asked for clean clothing, Keiran made quick work of shovelling everything into the washer, and turning it on. It didn't matter how they turned out, as long as it was better than they were now, it would be a marked improvement. With tomorrow's clothing taken care of, he headed back to the hall and to what he presumed was the doorway to James' room.
He hovered there a moment, prepared to wear whatever he was handed since he was in no place to negotiate, nor did he really care. James had seen him covered in mud, limping and admitting he was ready to sleep under a log because he'd lost his phone - really there wasn't much further to fall than that!
Taking the flannel and the patterned pants, Keiran gave a small chuckle at the pattern. For a rugged country guy, James sure seemed to like patterned pyjama pants, "Cute." He remarked, "And it's fine, perfect even, better than muddy hiking gear, or - " Sitting around in a stranger's house wearing a towel. But probably less said about that the better. Stepping back to let James pass him and return to the living room, Keiran made yet another trip to the bathroom to get dressed. Regardless of what the clothing looked like, it was soft clean and comfortable, everything Keiran happened to value at that moment. Now if he could only do a little something to help his ankle, the day's ordeal could be put behind him.
Not wanting to be too suspicious and take too long, Keiran made a quick attempt at a bit of a healing spell. He was already tired, combined with the fact he had never had much luck with healing himself, combined to make it a difficult and not particularly successful task. While he couldn't fix anything, he at least tried to reduce a little of the swelling and the pain, which was better than nothing. Straightening up, he had to fight a brief wave of lightheadedness, a symptom that always seemed to come from using his own magic to heal himself. It was burning the candle at both ends, or so his father had always said...
Finally, Keiran headed out of the bathroom, his shirt hanging open in much the same way James' had been.
"You've got a nice shower." He said, coming to stand by the opposite side of the couch that James' was on, not feeling quite that confident to just sit down on without an invitation on a stranger's lounge. "Though I reckon I'd've settled for a wash from a hose at this point." Probably not, he did have standards, but then again, he really hated being coved in mud too.
