[He nods and starts to the bathroom. Thankfully it's one of the only two doors on this floor so it's not hard to remember which. He hadn't appreciated before how big the whole bathroom actually is, but now with the both of them in there and how hot he feels, he can't help but notice it doesn't feel crowded.
He sits heavy on the side of the tub to get his breath. Just a second. Just-- a minute for him to breathe before he starts working out of the suit. It's rough underneath - a black and purple pattern of bruises, strips of gauze and tape over gashes that bled through before that sleep. There's a clear problem around his rib area on his back; he'd slammed and crashed into the different railings on the outpost so many times during that fight, was slammed against the floor with his and Shiro's weight. Its discoloration is the worst by far.
He sort of kicks the suit away when he gets it to his ankles, sitting there sweating in just his boxers and looks up at Shiro.]
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He sits heavy on the side of the tub to get his breath. Just a second. Just-- a minute for him to breathe before he starts working out of the suit. It's rough underneath - a black and purple pattern of bruises, strips of gauze and tape over gashes that bled through before that sleep. There's a clear problem around his rib area on his back; he'd slammed and crashed into the different railings on the outpost so many times during that fight, was slammed against the floor with his and Shiro's weight. Its discoloration is the worst by far.
He sort of kicks the suit away when he gets it to his ankles, sitting there sweating in just his boxers and looks up at Shiro.]