The water from the shower repeatedly tapped your head, shoulders and lap as you sat there, depression swallowing you whole. Nagito was sitting there on the shower floor beside you, rubbing shampoo into your scalp, scratching your scalp gently as he did so. He hummed a tune while cleaning you, although he too was empathetic about your state, he was under the optimistic impression that your hope would be able to shine brightly again soon.