[He gently moves his hand up and down Waver's back, but it doesn't stray far. He's just trying to be comforting somehow. Dylas isn't sure why, but he has the feeling Waver is in need of a little comforting. His thoughts are the same, too, he's glad he ran into Waver. It would be so much worse if were someone he couldn't bully.

He's just like that sometimes.]

Er...can't we just thank each other? We, uh. Both finished. That's...pretty good. No one owes anything.

[But he's worried he's going to get aroused again when he's had enough rest. He doesn't even know what a refractory period is called, but he knows one exists, and he knows Waver is still going to be laying against him when he feels up for it again at this rate. But that doesn't feel like a problem for now, it feels like a problem for later.]

I, uh...think you should stay here tonight. You're safer with me than anyone else who might feel...in the mood, right?

[The unspoken words are: we're probably still in weird jungle heat.]