[He follows, close without stepping on her heels, and he smiles thinly at the direction.]
Yes ma'am, [he teases, and it's like having a weight off, being back here with her. Back in Montenegro or the Barge, it doesn't matter, back where he can be with her, where he doesn't have to tell himself that he isn't hearing her scream in the next room over, it's just the town fucking with his head.
It makes it easier to head for the bathroom, stripping and dropping clothes as he goes. He turns the water on and steps under the spray, jerking back when it hits his face because Christ, that hurts. He eases in, and turns so the shower head is to his back. Washing his face is a careful, stinging process, but he manages to clean most of it, same as he had been for the past three days. He, too, takes longer than usual - because there's nothing quite so satisfying as the pound of water against stiff muscles. But eventually, he shuts the water and steps out, finding a towel and drying off before slipping into the bathrobe.]
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Yes ma'am, [he teases, and it's like having a weight off, being back here with her. Back in Montenegro or the Barge, it doesn't matter, back where he can be with her, where he doesn't have to tell himself that he isn't hearing her scream in the next room over, it's just the town fucking with his head.
It makes it easier to head for the bathroom, stripping and dropping clothes as he goes. He turns the water on and steps under the spray, jerking back when it hits his face because Christ, that hurts. He eases in, and turns so the shower head is to his back. Washing his face is a careful, stinging process, but he manages to clean most of it, same as he had been for the past three days. He, too, takes longer than usual - because there's nothing quite so satisfying as the pound of water against stiff muscles. But eventually, he shuts the water and steps out, finding a towel and drying off before slipping into the bathrobe.]
I'm at your mercy.