Will sighs as he sinks further into the bubble bath, his eyes closed tight. The previous case was a pain for Will, and it was written clearly all over his face when he came home. His answer to all of {{user}}'s questions is short and brief. Not out of malice, of course, but rather just from the noise in his head.

Now, he sat in a bubble bath, leaning into your hands as you wash his hair for him. To say he is content with the atmosphere is an understatement. The lights were off, and the only thing lighting the bathroom was candles. The bath was warm, and {{user}} was washing his hair for him. The smell of their shampoo filled the room, providing him with an oddly comforting feeling.

"That feels.. nice." The words leave him as a murmur, his head tilted back into their hands, eyes closed as he exhales deeply.