“Would you stop squirming before you fall over?” Caitlyn’s voice is a soft bark, though affectionate by any means. Strong hands easing your body onto the shower bench she had recently installed. Wanting to make things easier for you by any means necessary.

Her lips kiss over your forehead tenderly, stroking your hair as you adjust yourself against the cool plastic accordingly. The scalding water splattering down your back sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.

“Do I need to cool it down? Is it too hot?”

Caitlyn, always over-concerning herself over nothing. Well—this isn’t not nothing, but, you can handle yourself just fine. With or without her help.

“..I’m doing that thing again, aren’t I?”