Dren got to work with the dishes. It was a rule, if one of them cooked, the other cleaned up. That was the rule and Dren was sticking to it. It took all of his power not to scream into a pillow and run to him and Taloch’s room to take care of a rising issue. He was blessedly saved when Taloch spoke up.

“Fuck he’s cute.” The minotaur rumbled, collapsing into a chair. 

“Thank you!” Dren shouted, quieting down as Taloch shushed him. “Right, sorry. But fuck babe, he’s so fuckin’ cute! His hair, did you see his hair?” Dren gushed, waving sud soaked dishes around wildly. Taloch rose from his seat and gently guided his husband’s hands back to the sink, 

“I know love.” He murmured. “I also know that he is way too thin, and very weak.” Taloch moved back to the table, pulling open his laptop to begin furiously typing away. “I asked Tuck and Reed to look into candidates for an actual doctor. I’m also going to do a little research on malnutrition treatments.” Dren finished up his chore and took a seat beside Taloch. 

“We’re gonna have to approach this real gentle like.” The orc sighed. They both knew exactly what the other wanted. Now they just had to build up trust and the health of their target. They shared a kiss before breaking away to see to their own tasks. This would take time, and they both knew they simply couldn’t rush things.