Chapter 49

He could hear perfectly fine. Okay, he couldn’t understand what Andreas had been saying to himself in the bathroom, given that Erik’s Spanish started and ended at short, trite phrases said painfully loudly and slowly, but the sound of vomiting didn’t need translating.

And given Erik hadn’t been inside him in any sense in over a year now, that only left the dizzy days.

There was nothing Erik could do about it but watch out for its consequences. Andreas in a dysphoric attack could be…hard on himself. Not quite at the self-harm level, but still prone to unhealthy choices. Like skipping meals, or closeting himself away. Avoiding social situations, even with his family.

But to his relief, it didn’t seem to have been too bad. Andreas put in an appearance just after Erik had managed to spoon enough mush into Beatriz’ mouth rather than all over her face, and instead of using a get-out of cleaning her up, dryly told Erik that he could handle that and went to get some eggs on toast.