Brandon found his breath catching within his throat upon seeing the expression that decorated Silus face, as if he were partially annoyed that he had come to see him. Granted he had made thins quite awkward between the two, some part of him hoped that maybe his friend would forgive him. If not that, at least help him to his room, where he could possibly bury himself in blankets and perhaps rot. The sigh that came from his mouth caught him off guard slightly, as the slightly shorter male seemed to go and grab something. What he grabbed looked like cleaning stuff, a towel and Axe body wash, something that made Brandon raise an eyebrow until Silus explained what he was doing or more what Brandon needed. ”I guess I do.” He said with a weak chuckle, unable to control the feeling within his chest as he found himself being dragged along by his arm.
The place where he would be taking this shower was the communal showers, not exactly private but they were showers. He said that he would get him some clothing from his room, and all Brandon could do was nod with a slight smile. Peeling off his shirt, Brandon let it fall against the dry floor with a wet splat, Silus already on his way. Brown eyes followed before he was out of sight, and that was when he let the wet shorts fall, followed by the soaked boxers underneath that clung even worst. Now he felt exposed so to speak, and a chilling draft sent a shiver up his spine, raising multiple hairs along his back and neck. It was then that he saw the extent of the dirt that covered his legs, arms and places that clothing had not covered.
Without even thinking about it he let fingertips run over the scars, and reflexively flinched. Feeling one of the sharp canines brush along his wounded lip, Brandon winced before stepping behind the show and turning the knob. Instantly hot water rushed against his skin, normally it would have felt scolding, but now it felt cleansing in a way. Dirt fell away as he searched for something, maybe a sponge to put the body wash on and then work from there. There was a rather dark and decrepit looking loofah object thing, and Brandon would have used it, if he were an IQ point dimmer; but he did not. Instead he used his hands to apply the body wash, clumsily sure, but it serves its purpose.
Until he heard someone walking and Silus voice reverberate through the room, causing Brandon to flinch, and hands to shoot to cover himself. Something within him want to be covered, a hidden modesty it would seem. ’I…uh you could throw them on the floor or whatever.” Brandon said peaking his head from the shower. ’I um…do you have like a sponge or something? There is one here but its kinda old looking, and nasty.”
