"I'll get your back," he offered when Quatre sat down, turning towards him and reaching out with a warm washcloth to scrub him. Somehow, the fact that Quatre was naked barely even registered. He wasn't particularly trying to be sexy or seductive. This was just normal, and he didn't mind putting his hands on Quatre's bare skin, rubbing them up and down his back firmly to remove any dead skin cells, all the way up to the back of his neck.

Just ahead of them the hot tub was tempting them with it's calming steam. Even if he was in an apartment again, he was glad it was such a nice one. Thank God Bancoran at least kept enough money around for them to live cushy lives, even if the stubborn man refused to enjoy a life of wealth.