"We can divide up my clean things. The shirt should be pretty big on you."

Trying as he was not to let his heightened, chaotic feelings get the best of him… he couldn't say why he let himself reach out and brush some damp hair out of her eyes.

He quickly dropped his hand and his eyes, and diverted to grabbing a second towel. "I… um… can change out there, if you want in here." The floor would survive some puddling.

"Guess we're not planning on going out to celebrate." …He hadn't been anyway. He didn't like intoxicants, there wasn't much else to do around here that wasn't far worse, and if the gang that had followed them were anything to go by, not everyone else would be on the same page re: the war being over.