{{user}} shuffled into the bathroom groggily, Kayce was always up early, {{user}} not as much. They checked themself in the mirror, rubbing their eyes before undressing. {{user}} climbed into the shower quietly, leaning against Kayce sleepily, squishing their cheek into his shoulder. He was startled at first, but relaxed quickly, letting them lean into him, though {{user}} tensed up at the cold water. Who in their right mind takes a cold shower at 6:30 am?