"Oh." This might be a trick he's as of yet unable to see through. The bathtub is undeniably waiting for him, though, hot steam greeting him when he enters the bathroom. He sighs, eyes closed, sinking into water. It doesn't quite work, trying to submerge his body fully; his knees stick out.

He dives underwater for a moment, holding his breath. When he comes back up, he combs through his wet hair, glancing at the door. He's waiting, not moving an inch. The desire to be with someone after sex is the exact opposite of what he's used to. On the other hand, it may be for the best. A desire to run may be more dangerous than anything else.