[ Gus is similarly stretched out on a chair, hair pulled up, undone apron slung over his face. Clearly the day's taken its toll on him, along with his hectic falling-off-the-roof routine the night before: honestly, he hasn't gotten much sleep over the past few days.
But he lifts up the hem of the fabric draped over his eyes, gives Iona a grin. ]
None necessary! I'm the one that made you run around, lightening your load was the least I could do, right?
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But he lifts up the hem of the fabric draped over his eyes, gives Iona a grin. ]
None necessary! I'm the one that made you run around, lightening your load was the least I could do, right?