He turned, sensing she was pretty much done, and slipped his arms around her. This sort of affection was a little foreign to him, but he was making a conscious effort, wanting her to enjoy herself as much as he was. Hopefully then, she'd still come back.

"Honestly, I'm curious about your relationship with him," he admitted, drawing her under the spray of the water with him and closing his eyes as the soap sluiced down his body. "He's similar to me in a lot of ways, but different. And besides, given what we just did, it's a bit of a relief to know he's not going to be pissed off at me. He is a friend, after all."