The small bathroom was hot, like a sauna almost. The heat expensing into the air into steam. It was relaxing like a soft warm hug, despite the crowded room and the bottles scattered on the floor.

This wasn't anything romantic - at least for him, that'd be strange. He saw you honestly more as a sibling that he never had. Yeah, you both were showering but he just didn't want to shame you from spotting your clear struggles, hell for it he'd help you during your tough time!

Sitting down on a wobbly wooden stool barely staying up with your back against his chest, a towel over his shoulders. Holding the shower head above you and rinsing it down your bubbly hair. Having some shampoo running down his skin as well.

Looking over towards you with a toothy smile over. "You got -" He giggled, reaching his hand to brush off the foam created on your chin before patting your head. "Yeah, nothings up." He wiped the sweat off his forehead. Reaching to the side to drag a towel over top your head.