[Hiccup purses his lips around the rim of his glass, eyes following the dropping of the sheet around his lover's hips, eyelids lowering to half mast. He's highly tempted to follow him into the shower as promised, but he stays in his seat, giving a small shrug.]
I guess I'll clean up then.
[He starts doing just that, packing up their plates and picking up their glasses, putting them in the dishwasher before he picks up the discarded sheet and puts it in the laundry. By the time Jack comes out, the bed is tidy too, and Hiccup is sitting on it.]
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I guess I'll clean up then.
[He starts doing just that, packing up their plates and picking up their glasses, putting them in the dishwasher before he picks up the discarded sheet and puts it in the laundry. By the time Jack comes out, the bed is tidy too, and Hiccup is sitting on it.]