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Val sank into the bed comfortably, Papus already curled up at his feet.
"I'm glad you're here, Gammon. At least for a while."

The muscle-bound man gave Val a crooked smile as he handled the Bajoran's body and maneuvered it under the blanket. He pulled the bedding up and around the slender form and tucked it in just as he'd suggested, right up to chest height. "Me too, kid. Don't worry, okay? I'm gonna take care of you."

"I'm not worried," Val said, closing his eyes.

Gammon's smile grew and he leaned down to kiss Val lightly on the forehead. "Sweet dreams, little Bajoran prince."

But he didn't turn to leave immediately. He took some time to survey Val's belongings, what it seemed he had enough of and what he lacked, before taking one last glance at the young man in the bed. "Night, Papus," he whispered. And then he left.