You could just give in. We both know you want to. I know how you feel that fire in your belly at night. It wakes me up, J'on. It keeps you up...
He knew that, he was painfully aware of that fact. More than once he'd woken up, more than once he'd flipped and flopped because every time he closed his eyes, there was Fox. He tried drinking the first time it had happened, and it had worked for a little while until he'd passed out from too much of the sauce. Then he'd woken up sick with no one to take care of him and the pictures from that night still floating in his head. It had taken his old tricks, and some time in the smithy, before he finally felt some strength and starch in his bones again, and even then he knew it was all tentative. At any moment it could all break and he'd have to start over again.
He knew that moment was upon him, the possibility at least, when Des spoke to him in a voice that shook no room for quarter. You need to get us both ready for a trip to the North. Iktomith's rider says he'll explain in Weyr Yard. A few of us are going for a lovely time away. We've been included.
Let me guess... Mnenomth's rider is as well?
Why wouldn't he be? I told Mnenomth that we would give his rider a lift there and back. Now hurry up. Wear something nice.
Knowing he didn't have the options, that he would be looked for or worse, he decided to just go with it. He didn't need to become too involved, really, and he could just drink the night away in a corner if he wanted. He cleaned up as best he could, considering how small his apartment was, and dressed in something nice - a green and black tunic with spots of white upon it, close fitting trousers, black boots, his shoulder knots of course - and presented himself to his dragon before setting her gear upon her. "Do I meet the mistress' approval?" She sniffed him, nosed him a little, and a moment later crooned. "I'm glad I pass muster. Now let's get you going before we head on down." It didn't take him long to set her up with gear for a double passenger - fuck, this was going to be one difficult ride - and after slipping on his flight jacket he settled on her back for the short dip down to the Yard.
It was only in his peripheral that he was away that Fox was there in the little group, and he tried his best not to look, as much as he wanted to, knowing all too well that they would be in close quarters soon enough. K'rios went on to explain what was going on with his usual smile in place. "A vintner friend of mine just opened up a little tavern up near Benden Weyr, and invited me to bring along a few friends to enjoy one of the grand openings he's putting on - this one geared mostly towards riders of the Benden variety. But, he's making an exception for us tonight. He has connections enough to have some pretty good brews flowing, along with some decent food, so I figured I'd invite some of my Wingmates along. He'll be passing out samples to take home with us tonight, but if you end up wanting to buy something, it might be a good idea to go get some marks to take with you if you don't have some on you already. Any questions?" He waited a beat, clapped his hands together, and grinned. "Alright, let's get ready and get moving."
And with that, there was J'on's last barrier down. He turned, not at all ready to face Fox - or feel him during their trip.