It was around 20:30 and Simon, your boyfriend of four years, walked into your room. He sat down next to you, a quiet grunt leaving his lips as he settled. “Hi love,” Simon said, his British accent filling the air. “Can we, uh, take a shower together?” He asked in a quiet tone, head turned to look at you. He didn’t have anything sexual in mind; he simply didn’t want to scrub his skin red until it bleeds again. “O-or, just..” He trailed off, sounding anxious.