[ Drunk or not, he could have managed to get his boots off if he'd really wanted. He's sure Cayde knows it, too, and it means all the more that he not only caves to Andal's dumb demands, but that he's bothered to haul his ass all the way out to wherever the fuck they are just to actually do it. ]
Tried to start a fire. [ This is true, and the evidence of his attempt still sit in the old fireplace, still-damp tinder and branches alike. There's not much around that's still dry, it seems to have been raining for a while, and he'd left his kit back in his ship and he definitely wasn't going back for that. He'd just get more wet, wouldn't he?
He watches Cayde's fingers work, cheek tipped against his shoulder and his still-damp hair spilling into his face, and can't help but intervene when he goes for the wrong clasp first. ] No, here— [ as he sits up, reaching in to redirect Cayde's hands to the correct place. ]
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Tried to start a fire. [ This is true, and the evidence of his attempt still sit in the old fireplace, still-damp tinder and branches alike. There's not much around that's still dry, it seems to have been raining for a while, and he'd left his kit back in his ship and he definitely wasn't going back for that. He'd just get more wet, wouldn't he?
He watches Cayde's fingers work, cheek tipped against his shoulder and his still-damp hair spilling into his face, and can't help but intervene when he goes for the wrong clasp first. ] No, here— [ as he sits up, reaching in to redirect Cayde's hands to the correct place. ]