Day 65: Men's Showers

[complicatedliar]

Well, it was about time they got to bathe, that was all Loki really had to say about it. He'd been wondering just how barbaric his captors were. The fact that it was showers only, and no baths for soaking spoke volumes, as far as he was concerned.

But at least there were showers, which was certainly better than nothing. Loki felt something approaching cheerful as he allowed the nurse to lead him on. At the showers he shucked off the ridiculous uniform without so much as a pause and claimed a shower head from those available.

He was used to bathing around others. And as a god among mortals, he definitely had nothing to be ashamed of. Though the warm spray of the shower did let him know that he had some definite bruising on his back from where Kratos had managed to hurl him into that wall, and one of his ribs still twinged occasionally. His jaw still hurt a bit as well, but any bruising there had taken care of itself during the night.

[For the ambiguously gay duo!]

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[stellarregions]

"No. Sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes nothing you do can." He knew that. He'd been a soldier, after all. He'd seen more than his share of deaths, and worse. He knew what it was like to try your best, and fail anyway. And sometimes, people just didn't want to be saved. That had almost been him, last night. He preferred to think it was just some effect that thing had had on him, but deep down, he knew how untrue it was.

[vinesofregret]

Gren's words echoed his own thoughts distressingly closely. He had nothing to say to that, nothing he could say that wouldn't result in spilling all his past to Gren, to letting those demons out again. So instead, he silently turned his back to Gren, and focused on washing his hair as thoroughly and intently as he could. Anything to distract him from the inside of his head.