[He was relaxed and feeling lazy enough right now to admit that 76 was a handsome man, aged well with scars and toned muscles. 76 had always been an attractive man, even when a skinny bean pole being introduced to the SEP candidates like a big golden retriever. There was always something attractive about the man, something that drew people in naturally. Of course, that draw would lead some to jealousy, especially when 76 hit a position of power and was beloved by the people across the globe.

He remained lounged under the younger man's weight, humming as claws ruffled his neatly trimmed goatee, and he let 76 clamber out of the hammock with minimal assistance or restraint. He rose shortly after, easing out of the hammock with a practiced care.]

Not our smartest choice of hydration. [He stretched where he stood, pushing his long white hair over his shoulder and padding towards the kitchen area.] I'll look at what food we have left while you shower then.

[He lingered in the kitchen considering what to make before a shower became too tempting. He might have done cursory clean up, but it wasn't the same as a shower. With a turn, he followed 76 into the small shower stall which was by no means big enough for two grown men. They'd bathed in worse during the war.]

Cuddle up. I want a little of that spray.