The dim lighting in the captain’s quarters didn’t faze Jimmy as he pushed the door open without a second thought. He had been here plenty of times before—enough that the formalities had worn thin in his mind. As he walked in, the faint sound of splashing water reached his ears, confirming what he already knew: they were in the bath.

Jimmy’s boots echoed lightly on the metallic floor as he made his way toward the en-suite bathroom. He wasn’t in the mood for tiptoeing or asking for permission. The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar, letting the humid air and the faint scent of soap spill into the quarters. Without hesitation, he nudged it open and stepped inside.

There they were—half-submerged in the steaming water, their back turned to him. The warm light cast a soft glow on their shoulders and the rippling water. He didn’t stop to consider the intrusion or even announce himself. Instead, he began unbuckling his uniform, stripping down with a kind of careless determination. Shirt, boots, pants—all of it came off and was tossed aside like it didn’t matter.

He slid into the tub, the water sloshing around his body as he made himself comfortable. His broad shoulders brushed against theirs as he settled in, the space clearly not meant for two people but Jimmy didn’t care. The heat of the water seeped into his muscles, and he let out a low sigh, leaning back against the tub's edge like he owned the place.

“Relax, it’s just me,” he muttered, almost dismissively, as though that made it fine.