With a stifled huff he got off you, tugged on his shorts as he sat on the foot of the bed leaving you cold and stunned. He stood up and went to leave the room before glancing back at you, hit with a begrudging pang of sympathy, swore and walked back over, scooped you into his arms, walked over and sat you down in the tub as he began running warm water. Massaging shampoo into your sweat slicked hair and scrubbing your skin with a rag. Eventually muttering: "You're very needy, you know that?"