The warmth of the hot bath soaked Leo's entire being, somehow it relaxed him more than he would have thought. The aching in his chest had grown duller and less painful now and he could actually think.
There were many questions and memories surging in his mind, all needing to be sorted out.
The biggest question however was why and how he had forgotten everything that had to do with his mother-- her face, her voice, her entire personality—
And even her death.
Kevin climbed out of the hot bath and reached for a towel on a nearby rack, wiping his body. He stole a glance at Leo and spoke, "Hey doofus, get out of there before you cook yourself."
Leo did so yet however said nothing, he wiped himself off and changed back into a brand new set of clothes since his old one had been rough-handled. It was a simple white shirt and trousers, Kevin led the way to what looked like a relaxation room.
There were two sofas, a small table with a bottle and two glass cups.
