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Rivers nodded, slowly standing himself. At the slight grunt from Roswell his hands hovered over the other athlete, worried the movement had caused him pain from his wounded arm. "Are you alright?" he asked, squeezing Roswell's uninjured hand. "I think I've got some Advil in my bag that might still be good if you're still feeling any pain." Rivers chewed lightly at his bottom lip, hoping for a swift recovery for Roswell.

Green eyes glanced down towards where Blake had left the dead boar, running a hand through his black hair. "Hopefully on the way we can find someone willing to cut that thing up and make it worth almost losing you over." He grimaced at the thought of skinning and gutting the animal. None of his family members were hunters, only businessmen and doctors with no time for hobbies such as that, he wouldn't even know where to begin. It was a pretty decent sized boar though and the meat would do them all well if they could do it properly.

Once they made it to the boat Rivers smiled lightly at the kiss to his forehead, definitely getting used to the action and feeling of having Ross as his boyfriend. His own hand came up to trail the pad of his thumb against Ross' cheek. "You don't have to be sorry," he told him sincerely. "I know you did it for all of us, to keep us all alive and fed. Your intentions have always been far too good for your own good." Roswell always seemed to be putting the team and others before his own welfare, and that's probably what Rivers admired about him the most.

Rivers leaned forward to press a light kiss against Ross' lips, backing away to sit back on one of the beds in the boat's hull. He looked around the room they were in before looking back to Ross, moving to stand back up. "Actually before I get comfortable do you want that Advil I mentioned? Or I can go take some extra pillows off the other beds if you want more support for your arm..."