[He shook his head a little, still feeling more than slightly bemused, but made his way towards the tiny bathroom without much more complaint.
He'd blame the concussion, but it wasn't until he was under the (sad) stream of water that it registered exactly who's clothing he was apparently going to be borrowing. And that was...something he was not equipped to deal with at the moment. Instead, he spent his time eyeballing the showerhead and wondering exactly how much of the plumbing he'd have to replace to make the thing not suck.
But there was only so long he could stand there, even if it did feel nice. He wrapped a towel around himself as best as he could and hoped Steve had vanished back into the kitchen as he eased himself towards the bedroom. He felt oddly self-conscious about every bruise and scrape and scar he was currently decorated with. He was a mess, clearly, and only most of it was recent.]
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[He shook his head a little, still feeling more than slightly bemused, but made his way towards the tiny bathroom without much more complaint.
He'd blame the concussion, but it wasn't until he was under the (sad) stream of water that it registered exactly who's clothing he was apparently going to be borrowing. And that was...something he was not equipped to deal with at the moment. Instead, he spent his time eyeballing the showerhead and wondering exactly how much of the plumbing he'd have to replace to make the thing not suck.
But there was only so long he could stand there, even if it did feel nice. He wrapped a towel around himself as best as he could and hoped Steve had vanished back into the kitchen as he eased himself towards the bedroom. He felt oddly self-conscious about every bruise and scrape and scar he was currently decorated with. He was a mess, clearly, and only most of it was recent.]