Rupert could have easily guessed exactly what Jonas was about to say - it's an obvious question, and something that Rupert would have pointed out if the roles were reversed. It's natural to want to check, of course, but that's the beauty of exchanges like these - it doesn't matter if they're a little bit lopsided, because Rupert knows that the rewards go beyond who-made-who-spend-where-and-when. Especially considering just how beaten up Rupert feels. He isn't sure he has the abdominal muscles to spare right now.

"You don't need to," He replies off-handedly, reaching out to brush a knuckle against the small of Jonas's back. A small touch of reassurance. "I'm quite all right."

Which Rupert immediately regrets saying because, God, turning down sex, even when wounded? Who is he? What has this world done to him? He visibly relents.

"Maybe in the morning. You can help me out of these trousers for now."