[All right. So maybe it does weigh on him even a little bit. But he refuses to be so easily swayed no matter how tempting it is and soon with the towel haphazardly tossed back onto the rack he turns away and starts absently running a hand through his hair, rubbing at his scalp and humming softly when it starts to feel... nice.]
You will be.
[But a beat later, quieter and a little breathy,]
... But will you be here in time to still see me all wet?
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You will be.
[But a beat later, quieter and a little breathy,]
... But will you be here in time to still see me all wet?