[Being free of the constant press of wet wool is a very good thing, down to the skin all over with the last of the linen dispensed and all their things in a pile. Hands busy after making neater rows, Clu's focus narrows a moment on the lean line of Flynn's upper back as he steps free of his own damp garments, ribs barbed with the dark scar of vital favor.
He hasn't asked, though he wants to. Timing's not right. Not with the weather the way it is, not with the river in riot and famine by turns, and not so soon. Puzzles keep themselves, and it's a gift that he's here at all.
He puts it out of his mind, resolute, and seizes the soap with a wolf's grin. Finally, no more dirt.]
Man! [Breathless with a full-body shudder, jolted by warmth, bracing and welcome and good. There is actual steam on the exhale, luxuriant.] Yes. Better. Best idea.
[The water on the stones is grey, flecked with bits of leaf, and so the bucket falls a fair few times before he finally runs decently clean. It loosens muscles he hadn't known were tense, puts a quick flush in his skin.
But when Flynn's at him with it again, he makes a grab for it.]
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He hasn't asked, though he wants to. Timing's not right. Not with the weather the way it is, not with the river in riot and famine by turns, and not so soon. Puzzles keep themselves, and it's a gift that he's here at all.
He puts it out of his mind, resolute, and seizes the soap with a wolf's grin. Finally, no more dirt.]
Man! [Breathless with a full-body shudder, jolted by warmth, bracing and welcome and good. There is actual steam on the exhale, luxuriant.] Yes. Better. Best idea.
[The water on the stones is grey, flecked with bits of leaf, and so the bucket falls a fair few times before he finally runs decently clean. It loosens muscles he hadn't known were tense, puts a quick flush in his skin.
But when Flynn's at him with it again, he makes a grab for it.]
Here, gimme. Your turn. You're gonna get cold.