"You have nothing to be sorry for baby. I'm the one who should be apologizing. You must have been so scared..." Derek murmurs softly, painfully leaning down to kiss Kalin's forehead.
Kalin hesitates and slowly climbs into the bed awkwardly, pressing his face into Derek's good shoulder. "You can't do anything that hurts unless you want me to break down again."
Kalin glances at Trenton, "You're not a brick, Trenton. You don't have to act like one." He mumbles, leaning into Derek slightly, but not daring to put his full weight on the other.
Derek chuckles and leans back a little to look at Kalin's face. "Well I wouldn't expect myself to smell good after rolling through the dirt and mud and having motorcycle oil cover me."
"Well...I mean...I'm still alive, but my bike is nothing but...scrap metal." Derek looked up into Kalin's eyes, trying to emulate the sad puppy dog look.
"You are more important than your bike, Derek!" He grips the other's hand. "Worry about yourself first. . ." Poor bb just looks terrified at the prospect of hubby putting his bike before himself-
Kalin giggles, "I have a feeling if I snuggled you too, Derek would manage to stand and throw you." He peers at Trenton, "But you look like you need it."
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