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Tramp rested his hand on Ashton's neck lightly. His lips moved against Ashton's delicately, but he didn't deepen the kiss or make Ashton feel trapped. It was Ashton's choice to pull back whenever he chose.

Ashton hesitantly kissed Tramp back. It wasn't because he felt uncomfortable with him, but Ashton didn't want to mess up the kiss any. He just tried to mimic what Tramp was doing some.

Tramp drew back slowly, but his hand remained resting on the side of Ashton's neck, caressing him gently. He studied Ashton anxiously despite the sadness in his eyes.

Ashton smiled a little, blushing. "Hi." He said softly as he laughed a little.

Tramp giggled softly. "Hi." He sniffed slightly. "How do you think Bobo is doing?" He dipped his head. "Not to, um, you know, belittle, anything, I'm just not good..."

Ashton nodded, understanding. "I think he will be fine. Like I said, it didn't look like it hit anywhere or anything important, and Dr. Ally is a good doctor."

Tramp nodded and straightened. "I should maybe shower, I guess. Could you... please not... go far?" He didn't want to be alone.

Ashton nodded. "Of course. I can wait in True's room for you. Want me to grab some cleaner clothes for you to change into? I, ah, still have the ones from last time..."

"I'd like that. Thank you," Tramp said softly.

Ashton nodded. "Want me to set them just inside the door?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Tramp agreed, standing a little wobbly-kneed. "Thanks, Ash. For everything."

Ashton smiled a little. "It's no trouble." He paused to think a moment. "Want me to check on Bobo while you shower?" He offered.

Tramp nodded hopefully. "Please? And you'll get me if there's anything bad?"

"I promise." Ashton nodded. "Leave it to me, but for now, focus on getting cleaner?" He asked more than stated.

"Okay," Tramp agreed and started stripping for the shower.

(Night)

Ashton politely turned away and headed into the dining room to where Dr. Ally was. He found True and quietly asked for an update.

(Nighty Night!)

"So far so good," True told him. "Ally got the bullet out. Now all she has to do is sew up the injury and wrap it up."

"But things are still looking good then?" Ashton asked. "Bobo will recover, just needs rest and sleep after that, right?"

"It looks like it from here, but I've been trying not to bother the doctor too much," True said softly. "I know he won't be going anywhere anytime soon."

Ashton nodded. "I'll offer Tramp and Bobo to stay here then while Bobo recovers at least." He said before he headed upstairs to grab clothes for Tramp. He returned then to True's room and set them just inside the bathroom door, waiting in True's room. Ashton busied himself by admiring the posters hung on True's wall.

Tramp came out shortly, still pulling on a shirt. He had lost weight, and now he could barely keep his pants up, but he was working on keeping them up while pulling down his shirt. It was a complicated affair.

"Want to borrow a belt?" Ashton offered. "And I asked about Bobo. The bullet is out, and Ally was sewing the wound closed. But while he recovers, Bobo really shouldn't be moved unless absolutely needed, so nothing healing gets torn open again."

"Yes, please," Tramp said meekly. "Do you think maybe Bobo can stay here? I can.. work or something to pay for him."

"Of course you two can stay here." Ashton said easily. "I don't think you'll have to pay anything, but we can talk to Dr. Dad when he gets back in a few days if you still insist on it." he stood to grab a belt from upstairs.