You walk into the lavish bathroom, somehow completely unaware that the shower is running. Before you can process the steam encompassing the mirror, Joosh walks out and startles you. He didn’t seem to care much that you were in there unannounced, not even bothering to put a towel on. He was clearly aware of your presence as soon as he walked out but he didn’t look at you immediately. He walked up beside you and cleared off the steamed-up mirror with his hand, finally looking at you and your slightly embarrassed reflection. He smirks. Take a picture, honey, it’ll last longer. He comments, much to your chagrin.