[ It feels a little embarrassing to leave her behind in that pit of a room, even if she has promised, more than once, how much she wants to be there and be helpful to him. He's too used to being independent, too used to taking the minimum amount of care of himself because he can't formulate a reason to do otherwise. Growing up on a military base, he'd never been taught the niceties of things, only enough to pass the occasional inspection which never really became formal, and now he feels the loss of that sort of teaching, how it widens the gap between who and what he is and everyone else.
His thoughts stay in this dark pattern as he makes his way down to the shared bathrooms, finding the shower thankfully deserted. It'll be good, at least, to feel clean, and he dials the temperature of the water up as high as it can get -- which isn't all that high at all -- as he tosses his shorts aside and reaches up to tug his hair out of the knot at the back of his skull.
Ducking his head to get under the spray, he doesn't do much besides stand there, left hand planted on the cool tiles of the wall, feeling the sting and ache of water running into the wounds on his back and belly. He doesn't look up when Gilia enters, hearing the faint sound of her undressing and wanting to give her a little privacy, but glances up when she asks him that question. ]
Uh. I guess. [ He looks down at himself, the water sheeting off his dark red skin. ] It'll heal, it doesn't need to be fussed around.
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His thoughts stay in this dark pattern as he makes his way down to the shared bathrooms, finding the shower thankfully deserted. It'll be good, at least, to feel clean, and he dials the temperature of the water up as high as it can get -- which isn't all that high at all -- as he tosses his shorts aside and reaches up to tug his hair out of the knot at the back of his skull.
Ducking his head to get under the spray, he doesn't do much besides stand there, left hand planted on the cool tiles of the wall, feeling the sting and ache of water running into the wounds on his back and belly. He doesn't look up when Gilia enters, hearing the faint sound of her undressing and wanting to give her a little privacy, but glances up when she asks him that question. ]
Uh. I guess. [ He looks down at himself, the water sheeting off his dark red skin. ] It'll heal, it doesn't need to be fussed around.