Ruaan pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the chair.
Then his trousers.
He stood in his boxers and looked at Harolin standing across from him in just his pants.
Harolin looked at him.
He felt his eyes moving more slowly and deliberately as they started from his face, moved down, and came back up again.
"You're staring at me, pervert," Ruaan said.
"I know," Harolin said, smirking.
Ruaan picked up his shampoo from the bed. "Are we not going to the bathroom?"
"It's not midnight yet."
"So?"
"So I can't wait until midnight." Harolin picked up his glasses from the bed, folded them and set them on the desk. "And the bathroom is too far."
Ruaan looked at the small sink on the side wall. The kind of sink that existed in facility rooms for rinsing hands and faces, and not much else.
"You want to wash my hair in that?" Ruaan said.
"I want to use your shampoo and help you," Harolin said. "And the sink happened to be there. So yes."
"But it's for washing hands."
