[ He lets them stay like that for a long moment, his arms winding around her when hers move over his shoulders, her sweet kisses driving the tension that's threatened to suffocate him for days from his chest. The water rushes over him, washing out the suds in his hair, spilling bubbles over his shoulders and neck and leaving him feeling scrubbed clean in so many ways. It's...funny, how true her words are, despite the fact that he'd never been here before a handful of minutes ago. Home wasn't just a place - it was a state of being, an existence, and when he exists here with her, he absolutely is home. There's no place he'd rather be than at her side.
He turns his head to kiss her temple, long and lingering, so unlike the way he had so very long ago on a rooftop in Olympia. She'd held him as he'd cried, then, too. ]
I am.
[ A quiet confirmation, and perhaps it didn't need to be said, but he wanted to say it.
And then he's drawing back, just enough that he can grab the shampoo bottle again and squeeze out a fresh handful before gently guiding her to turn her back to him again. ]
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He turns his head to kiss her temple, long and lingering, so unlike the way he had so very long ago on a rooftop in Olympia. She'd held him as he'd cried, then, too. ]
I am.
[ A quiet confirmation, and perhaps it didn't need to be said, but he wanted to say it.
And then he's drawing back, just enough that he can grab the shampoo bottle again and squeeze out a fresh handful before gently guiding her to turn her back to him again. ]