It's her voice that does it, funnily enough, and there's a clear sound of a male in the midst of pleasure that echoes quietly in the shower. Hand on the wall, he hangs his head and laughs softly. "Done with that bit."

He'd been lost in the thought of her, of how his hands had felt soothing over the old marks that he'd melted away. Her scent. The soft taste he'd had of her that still lingered on his lips. Lifting his head into the spray, he cleaned away the rest of himself before turning it off. Whether she was still there or not, he opened the glass door and reached for a towel, wrapping it around his waist. And that was how he'd go out into their bedroom.