[ The combined sensation of warm water and John's hand feeds in to the background buzz of euphoria Poe still feels from the powder. He relaxes, sinking a little deeper in to the water, lifting his head to watch tints of red floating to the surface as the powder--nonconductive now, just pigment without power--comes off their skin. Red, Poe thinks, suits them both.
There's a brief, brief impulse to tease John, but it passes as quickly as it came. He can't do it. Not when the man is so clearly uncomfortable. ]
Didn't notice. [ Poe sinks in until his head rests on the edge of the tub, shoulders just exposed enough for John to use them as a headrest if he wants to. He runs a hand through John's sweaty hair. ] Duck yourself under so I can wash your hair.
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There's a brief, brief impulse to tease John, but it passes as quickly as it came. He can't do it. Not when the man is so clearly uncomfortable. ]
Didn't notice. [ Poe sinks in until his head rests on the edge of the tub, shoulders just exposed enough for John to use them as a headrest if he wants to. He runs a hand through John's sweaty hair. ] Duck yourself under so I can wash your hair.