Gren had to bite back a sarcastic comment as he washed the last of the shampoo from his hair. It wasn't Mason he was angry with, after all, and getting snippy with people wasn't how he liked to deal with things. He was just so frustrated by the whole ridiculousness of his situation that it was hard even for him to keep his calm. But when the last few years of your life had played out like an ever escalating comedy of the absurd, it was hard not to want to lash out occasionally.

Instead, he took a moment, regained his calm, and nodded a little. "Thanks. If it makes it any less weird, I wasn't always like this. And it wasn't my choice." He didn't know how much that would help, really, except that at least it might answer a few questions that could be swirling around in the younger man's head. He couldn't stop people from thinking he was some sort of freak, but at least he could clarify his role as a victim in the whole sad ordeal. The last thing he needed to deal with was someone somehow thinking he'd wanted to be this way.

He was more or less clean now, but he stayed under the spray of the shower head a bit longer, letting the hot water do its work on muscles still sore from the last two nights worth of physical activity. If anything good came from this place at all, it would probably be in the form of regaining a little of the muscle-tone he'd lost to incarceration and illness.