His muscles flexed as his entire weight shifted to his legs until he was standing up and towering over me once again. He looked tired, shoulders slightly slumped and hair dishevelled but didn't dare say a word about it. I was sure that I didn't look any nicer either, and that was why we both needed this, a comforting end to the day.
Pulling him by his hand, I began to guide him. My eyes were fixated on the double door in front of me that led to our room's washroom. He quietly followed me and didn't resist. I twisted the doorknob and pushed it open. The creaking sound filled the room, and I was sure he could tell now what I was doing. I didn't stop walking until we had reached the edge of the shower. Letting go of his hand, I turned around to face him.
His eyes snapped to mine the moment
