Lyall, on the other hand, has actually grown to enjoy his attraction to the other man in their post-civilization fighting team, at least when it comes to getting good looks at the man minus a few clothes. Even if it's marred a bit by reddened skin with a little charring at the middle. Definitely going to need to clean that up. And probably suggest he keep that shirt off for the course of the day, too.

"If you complained of it hurting, I'd think you were about to die on me," he comments dryly, and pushes him gently onto the first chair beyond the apartment complex's lobby. "Sit, and let me look."