The touch of the sponge as it trailed over his feet and down his leg, past his sensitive inner thigh, seems terribly intimate, and Dick was just waiting for Brice to touch him. He didn't, though, and for some strange, inexplicable reason, Dick wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed.

He moved as told, shifting up to his knees and bracing himself against the edge of the tub. Like this, he had a perfect view out the window to the grounds below, but he couldn't see Brice or the rest of the bathroom. "Cereal," he admits, and it'd been so long since he last was able to indulge. "Something sugary and ridiculously unhealthy. I like the sweet milk at the end."