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Thrawn knew he could trust Eli more than anything. Sending him onto the pirate vessel to pretend to be Horatio Figg showed that. Eli had performed beautifully, not just as Horatio, but after Thrawn's plan had truly begun. Clever Eli knew his friend so well, he knew exactly what to do when the time came, as Thrawn knew he would. How he loved that mind of his.

They're off duty now. As Admiral, Thrawn sets the schedule, and he thinks they deserve a little alone time. If anyone asked, he was just an Admiral who was making sure that his aide was alright, and was probably just staying for a game of dejarik.

Thrawn had sent Eli a single message, in Sy Bisti: "Come to my office. Bring Horatio's tunic."

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"Allow me," Thrawn briefly turns on the sonic function to dry their bodies of the water, so they don't have to spend time toweling themselves off. Once they're dry, he wraps his arm around Eli's waist and allows his boyfriend to lean on him.

Thrawn takes them both back to the bedroom and sits Eli back down on the bed. "You may rest for a moment."

He goes back to his office and calls for a cleaning droid to take care of the seed on the wall, before he gathers up the armor and other clothing, including the burnt tunic. When he returns to his bedroom, he puts the armor and civilian clothes back, and then lays the burnt tunic on the bed. He also takes his and Eli's uniforms from yesterday and lays them out on the bed as well.

Eli's grateful for the help, sitting himself down on the edge of the bed with a sigh. Ugh, as great as he felt earlier, being so wobbly-legged right now is rather frustrating.

While he rests, he pulls one leg up and starts to knead at the underlying muscles, hoping that some attention will get him back to, well, not needing help to move around for the next hour, tops.

He still takes note of Thawn's movements, as well as their uniforms from yesterday. He can probably just leave the burnt tunic here today and move it later tonight.

....Maybe he should make a habit of leaving at least one clean uniform here.

Still naked, Thrawn returns to the bed. "Allow me," Thrawn gently shifts Eli's body so that his legs are laying in Thrawn's lap. He gently takes one of Eli's legs and starts massaging it, rubbing his calf and gently massaging under his knee. He makes sure he's not too rough.

The protest on Eli's tongue dies there when Thrawn takes matters into his own hands - quite literally speaking. There's honestly nothing technically wrong with Eli's legs - Eli thinks he almost remembers what exactly causes such a response, but isn't sure. Something about a hormone change, he thinks. He'll have to double-check sometime. But not now.

A particularly good rub along the underside of his knee makes him partially muffle a groan, in reflex. He hasn't exactly had the most time for some forms of self-care, but it still surprises him at how much tension is willing to loosen up under his lover's touch.

Thrawn moves his hands up to Eli's thigh, making sure he keeps his hands away from any areas that might turn Eli on, and just tries to help Eli regain some strength in his legs. Though he can't help but plant a gentle kiss on Eli's knee while he's at it.

"You have very nice legs, my love."

Any comment he may have for such praise falls short as his cheeks burn. His toes curl reflexively, as the dull urge to try to hide his legs wells up.

He visibly flusters, giving a little shake of his head.

"I don't-- think they're particularly of note," he manages to reply.

Honestly, he finds Thrawn's body more attractive than his own.

"Do not be so modest. Everything about you is lovely," One of his hands leaves Eli's leg and strokes his arm, and then his face, stroking his cheekbone with a thumb. He then moves on to the other leg. "You are so much better than you give yourself credit for."

Eli is intelligent and handsome, and he set his own sights much too low. It's one reason Thrawn took him off the supply officer track. Well, that and so Thrawn could keep the other man by his side always.

Uneasy with the praise, Eli's brow furrows a little.

"I don't think I'm being modest?" He's not really sure how to verbalize his protest beyond a token effort, because he can appreciate that Thrawn sees more in him than Eli himself can.

"But I can accept that you feel that way."

"I would not say such things if I did not mean them or if they were untrue." Thrawn works on Eli's calf, cool hands running over the muscles. He truly believes that Eli's potential would have been wasted had Thrawn not come into his life, even if it hurt to see Eli react as he did to Thrawn's meddling. It made him upset at first when he thought that Eli didn't like him.

The hands move up to Eli's thigh. "How do your legs feel?"

Eli remains quiet for now, only shaking his head at the comment. He knows Thrawn isn't one for false flattery nor untruths. It's just not easy for him to look at himself in the same way as he looks at others.

He shivers a little as Thrawn's touch moves up to his thigh, and then, at the words, tenses his legs up in an effort to simulate getting up. A few mild tremors hit his legs, but less than before. He knows he's no slouch at the gym. It just really is this that makes his legs rather wobbly.

"Seems there's some improvement."

He's more relieved that it doesn't seem like he's being a burden to Thrawn, even with their doubtlessly busy days ahead of them.

"They don't hurt or anything. And I appreciate this. You didn't have to."

To punctuate that he doesn't feel this is a bad thing, he offers Thrawn a wry smile.

"Though I'm not used to this. No one's rubbed my legs after before." Or worried if he was getting enough strength and stamina exercise.

"I am glad to do so." And not just because he needs Eli on his feet when they finally report on duty. He just likes touching Eli a lot. He takes care of the people he loves.

Satisfied with his work, Thrawn gives Eli's thigh one last feather-light touch with his fingers before leaning against his headboard. "Take as much time as you need to rest."

"Then... thanks. Ah. How long do we have until our shift starts?"

Because knowing himself, unless he actually struggles to take steps at that point, of which he has his doubts, he's definitely not going to call in if he can help it.

For now, he moves to curl up a little more with Thrawn opting to move next to him rather than rest on him.

"We still have another hour." Thrawn wraps his arm around Eli, allowing the other man to lean on him. He intends to spend most of the hour with Eli. When he's with Eli, he doesn't have to be an Admiral. He can just be Mitth'raw'nuruodo.

"An hour... Then, I'm just going to catch a little more rest."

Eli curls closer, completely opting to borrow his lover's shoulder as a pillow. Idly, he laces their fingers together again, and gently holds on.

He doesn't exactly plan on taking a nap. This early, closing his eyes a little longer is almost as good.

"Any art you're looking forward to viewing today?" he asks, hoping to show his intent that he doesn't just plan on going back to sleep.

Thrawn trusts his crew to run his ship without him, at least. To micromanage a ship is to set it up for failure. "I thought I would take a look at some artwork of the Selkath of Manaan today. They are an amphibious race, and much of their planet relies on the large sharks that live deep in their oceans."

This is nice. Just getting a quiet moment to talk and spend time with the man he loves. Thrawn rarely lets himself have moments like this.

Eli's happy to listen to him talk about his interests. He thinks he's getting better at telling when Thrawn wants to talk more about such things.

So why not now, too?

"I think I remember seeing a little in passing yesterday. I remember thinking that some of the usage of color was very catching."

Thrawn smiles softly. So few have been interested in hearing what he has to say about artwork, even before he came to the Empire. They thought his interest made him strange. But Eli is genuinely interested in hearing Thrawn speak and wants to hear his thoughts. It warms Thrawn's heart. Especially since Eli himself has an opinion on the art.

"Indeed it was. The Selkath specialize in watercolor paintings, which is rather fitting as their world is almost entirely ocean, and their cities are artificial constructions on the ocean surface. Much of their art is inspired by what lies beneath the ocean."

"Once you figure out just how colorful that life deep underwater can be, in spite of the darkness, it goes to show why they would want to exhibit those traits in their art. Shows the best of both worlds: what is immediately visible, and what isn't."

Idly, he strokes his lover's hand with his thumb as he thinks further on the subject.

"You could also argue that their choice and use of architecture is art, too."

"Of course," Thrawn agrees, shifting his hand so that he can lace his and Eli's fingers together. "Architecture can indeed be considered artwork, for someone had to design it first, and it can say just as much as artwork can about a person or species." He sounds pleased that Eli came to such a conclusion. Thrawn wonders if he's given this some thought because he knows how important art is to his lover.

Eli squeezes his hand in return, in affection, and hums a little as he listens, hearing the note of pleasure in his voice. His own cheeks warm in response.

"I meant in primarily how it allows outside light to filter inward, and how some of their materials have an almost prismatic quality, especially. At least, with the glance I saw of one of the pieces, and in some holos.

"I think their work's aesthetically one of my favorites so far."

He resists the urge to comment on how it might be silly, because he immediately realizes that Thrawn would tell him it's not. And indirectly, it might also be calling Thrawn's interests silly, which is far from what he'd ever want to even remotely hint at.

Because Thrawn's passions and talents are amazing, even if Thrawn can really do some boneheaded stuff that irritates him.

But-- that's also part of his charm, Eli thinks. To some extent.

"Ah, of course. I can take you to Manaan some day, if you like, so you may see their artwork in person." There's always the chance the Fleet will send them there, and if not, they have more than enough shore leave saved up. Faro has told him more than once that he needs to take more time off.

"I'd like that. You can show me things I've overlooked, too."

A sense of excitement wells up in him, and he makes a mental note to ask bout this in the future.

"We'll put it on the to-do list, shall we?"

"I'd be more than happy to do so, Eli." He's more than willing to share his passion with Eli, when Eli validates his interest and knows how much it means to Thrawn. He's never had that outside of his brother before. It's one reason he loves Eli so much.

"We shall put it on the to-do list, yes."

"Then, I'll look forward to it when we hit a slow enough patch for shore leave, at the very least."

He gives his lover's hand another affectionate squeeze. Eli never thought he'd be much of an art person, but seeing Thrawn's passion for it, how could he not want to share in it and what little he manages to notice, himself?

"Once we accomplish our latest mission, I'm certain that there will be time for us to take some leave." Thrawn is already ahead of schedule with those marauders they've been tracking down. He likes the idea of just getting some alone time with Eli outside of the bedroom. Nobody will think anything odd of Thrawn wanting to take his official translator along for any shore leave he takes.

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