Hawkins was always meticulous with everything, including his baths.

The man had it set up like a movie scene. Small scented candles offered a warm, vampiric ambience to the dim room accompanied with a rich, sweet fragrance. Hawkins himself faintly smelled of a flowery aroma from the soaps he’d been using. He laid peacefully in the comfort of the tub, his hair flowing gracefully with the hot water. Suds floated around the surface and clung to his skin. Hawkins’s head was rested on the end of the tub, opposite from the tap. The curtains were pushed aside.

His eyes were closed as he relished in the serenity of the room, and your company. You’d accepted his request earlier to keep him company during his bath. He politely insisted since you made him feel safer.

You were seated on a stool beside the tub, watching over him and occasionally speaking with him.