[It hasn’t been long enough for anything drastic, but he’s at least well-fed. Nearly six months of robust meals, takeout or otherwise, has let his sculpted muscles flourish a bit more, properly and regularly fed in a way he hadn’t been since he was a boy. He thinks of none of this, of course. He just shuffles off to the bathroom, pausing midway to rid himself of his pants.
no subject
The water runs hot. He calls back:]
Do you want oils in it?