[The shower does him some good. Peeling his own clothes off is much the same feeling for him—he has no idea how long they were actually in that hell storm, but it did them no favors in hygiene. Not that Guzma's ever been too horribly picky over such things, being homeless and then stuck living in an abandoned and destroyed town, where they struggled to keep the power on, where they struggled to survive..there were just more important things than that.
But even he could appreciate the relaxing and refreshing feel of a hot shower after everything. Especially after the cold trek it took to get back. At least it helps him think a little more clearly, and gives him a little more time to sober up...even if he's not entirely. His buzzed mind doesn't let his thoughts linger too long on one thing or the other, jumping around a bit, but always landing back on Lucina. How grateful he is to be back with her—both of them relatively unharmed beyond scrapes and bruises from those fights.
Both alive.
Once he's finally done, he emerges from the bathroom in...nothing but a towel around his waist. Look, his clothes are a damn mess, and it'd be pointless to put the gore and sweat-slicked clothes back on when he just got clean. His hair is a wet flippy mess, more in his face than not, and what attempts he might have taken to drying it only did so much.]
All yours.
[He says as he gestures towards the bathroom, but he stops in his place as he looks her over, and takes in the sight of her out of her armor. She's really something else in it and out of it, and it's a bit of an incredible transformation. He likes both, definitely, but after both of them having to be so on guard non-stop, it's nice to see her like this.]
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But even he could appreciate the relaxing and refreshing feel of a hot shower after everything. Especially after the cold trek it took to get back. At least it helps him think a little more clearly, and gives him a little more time to sober up...even if he's not entirely. His buzzed mind doesn't let his thoughts linger too long on one thing or the other, jumping around a bit, but always landing back on Lucina. How grateful he is to be back with her—both of them relatively unharmed beyond scrapes and bruises from those fights.
Both alive.
Once he's finally done, he emerges from the bathroom in...nothing but a towel around his waist. Look, his clothes are a damn mess, and it'd be pointless to put the gore and sweat-slicked clothes back on when he just got clean. His hair is a wet flippy mess, more in his face than not, and what attempts he might have taken to drying it only did so much.]
All yours.
[He says as he gestures towards the bathroom, but he stops in his place as he looks her over, and takes in the sight of her out of her armor. She's really something else in it and out of it, and it's a bit of an incredible transformation. He likes both, definitely, but after both of them having to be so on guard non-stop, it's nice to see her like this.]