Vegas can't help the swell of pride in his chest. It's been hours since they last fucked and Pete still couldn't walk straight. He might be preening just a little as he helps Pete to sit back on the bed. At least that way he can get his husband's arms in the sleeves of the yukata and that's a good start to getting him covered up for their trek to the bathhouse. Once the robe was draped around Pete, Vegas guides his arms to his shoulders to support Pete's weight once he pulled him back to his feet. It's a sloppy job getting the obi around Pete's waist and tied, but it's good enough to keep him decent.

"Want me to carry you?"