[ his face returns to the usual sort of express he wears around her — distaste, disgust, sourness — when she traces the scar like that. he'd almost forgotten it was there again. just like he'd almost forgotten this was her. he felt like a cornered animal biding his time for an opening. an opportunity to escape. (as much as he could. at this point making it out of the shower back to the rest of the room was an "escape.")
instead of answering (he would never give her the satisfaction), he pushes past her as soon as she's untangled from him enough to allow it. he also almost forgets a towel; he's so eager to leave that he'd rather be dripping wet and cold in the bedroom than still sharing a hot shower with her. it's grabbed in a jerking afterthought of a motion as he lunges for the door. ]
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instead of answering (he would never give her the satisfaction), he pushes past her as soon as she's untangled from him enough to allow it. he also almost forgets a towel; he's so eager to leave that he'd rather be dripping wet and cold in the bedroom than still sharing a hot shower with her. it's grabbed in a jerking afterthought of a motion as he lunges for the door. ]