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The young soldiers head snapped up from his knees, startled by the sudden intrusion, quickly wiping his eyes – although he doubted it would matter. No one could tell the difference between water and tears. “N-nothing, why?”
She puts her hands on her hips. “Nobody sits on the floor of the shower like that unless something’s wrong.” Glancing around, she picks up a towel and holds it out. “Come on.”
”I fell asleep,” he tells her. A blatant lie, and one no doubt that she would see right through but he knew she wouldn’t understand, none of them would so that’s why he didn’t tell anyone about anything. For a moment Mordred look at the towel before reaching forward to take it, “thanks.”
“Uh-huh.” Summer bends a very sceptical look on him. “Mordred Lot, if you don’t start telling me the truth you are going to regret it.” She reaches up and wipes away a drop from his cheek, then licks it. “You normally bathe in salt water?”