And Veli followed close, ready to give any help if needed be. He rushed forward, opening the door.

"If you need anything, just tell me and I'll get it for you. You need to rest."

"Vel, I'm a grown man," Noah chuckled, using the nickname for the first time ever, "but thanks." He went to the couch and collapsed onto it, finding the clicker and turning on the TV.

"Ah, my new home..."

Veli just smiled.

"Trust me, I know about the 'grown man' bit. Very well, in fact." He laughed. "But you need anything, I'll get it for you. Ice for the head, or a song to get you to sleep."

He hummed, going over to visit with the fish.

The fish immediately swam to greet him, not that he didn't usually. It wanted food. Again.

"Then get your fish-ass over here," Noah snorted, "TV's no fun without you."

Veli made kisses at the fish, giving him some food. He made noises at him for a moment before returning to the couch.

"Artie's lonely. He wants a mate." Veli informed him, stroking Noah's leg.

"Artie can wait until the Food Guy brings in enough dough to buy a pretty new Angel," Noah sighed, wrapping his least-wounded arm around Veli's shoulders.

Veli laughed slightly, giving Noah a snuzzle.

"I could do a few odd jobs. He may be a forgetful bastard, but he needs a girl. Man, I could probably go catch him one if I wanted..."

Noah nodded.

"I didn't buy Artie either. Go check under the bed. Got my own little stash. Se how much more we need."

"I don't... Understand human money too well." One had to wonder how he payed his bills. But he got up and retrieved the box, bringing it over.

"Here."

Noah sifted through.

"Nnh. Probably enough if I lay off the booze. Go ask Artie what he likes," he snorted.

Veli hummed, going to the fishtank again. He dipped one hand in, leaning down to croon at the fish. He apparently listened, nodding to himself and then pulling away.

"Artie would like a mate with lots of healthy eggs and good color." Veli said. "He's not very much of a romantic."

"Yeah, gotcha, Artie," Noah snorted, "You can just borrow Veli. Might as well be a girl." And he stuck his tongue out.

"Arrr, I have no healthy egg count!" Veli said, resting his head on the edge of the count. "You want eggs, go for Siska."

"No eggs, damnit. I went through that, and a kid popped out," Noah chuckled, "I'm good with penis."

"And I'm very good with yours." Veli grinned, kissing his neck. He sighed, nuzzling against him. Mmmm.

Noah suddenly frowned.

"I don't think I'll be able to use it quite yet."

Veli nodded, giving him more neck kisses. "I'm here to serve when you're feeling better."

After all, not everyone could be a sex crazed merman.

"Oh, ptchh," Noah smiled, "You're not some kind of object." He turned and kissed Veli's cheek.

Veli hummed happily. Ah, Noah. So loved, so loving.

"I like to. It makes me happy to please you. And you do a damn good job of pleasing me, so..." He shrugged.

"Well then, thank you," Noah smiled, "Think you can survive with nonstop me for so long?"

"Mmm... I like it. Sounds like a challenge!" Veli said, laughing.

But he did like it. It sounded like a lot of good times. Mmm, Noah.

"Maybe we can finally start dating," Noah smiled, "Well, going on dates, anyway."

I thought we were dating." Veli said, head tipping to one side slightly. "I mean, we're exclusive... And I spend most of my time here anyways...."

"I corrected myself, didn't I?" Noah laughed.

"Here," Noah said, holding out a few candles, "Stick 'em in he sand and light 'em. Don' wanna be in the dark." He laid out a towel himself, smiling.

Frankly, he'd run out of idea of where to bring Veli, so hey, water.

Granted, there weren't many places you could go looking like he did. He had moved from crutches and a cast to a little brace he could walk in, but the gash in his head was not so pretty. He would cover it up with a bandana in public, but that just made it hurt, so he usually complained of wanting his hair back.