[ It's a nice hug, and he always finds it so nice how well Fjord fits with his horns. His hands rub over the half-orc's shoulders and then rest at the nape of his neck as Fjord speaks again. ]

That's a big responsibility. [ Molly murmurs against the half-orc. ] Don't push yourself so much. I'm here, okay? I can't fix all of this mess but I can love you effortlessly. I am only yours, no matter who else I sleep with. Our bed, our room. Our little rules.

[ Which was why it hurt a little when they talked about his bruises, last time. He doesn't fuck around as much as people (Fjord) think, and he saves all his romancing for one person. One insecure, confused and tired half-orc. ]