“I would be lonely without you.” Summer paused to find a clip in her bag, and pinned her braid on top of her head before skipping out to the hall bathroom. She stood in the doorway, hands on hips, to survey the giant bathtub (was it really a tub when it was that big, she wondered), before climbing in to find the drain stopper.
A brilliant smile settled on his face at her words, and he automatically reached out give her braid a playful little tug, before trotting after her. Settling behind her back once more to place his hand on top of hers, he rested his chin on her shoulder and followed her fixated gaze. “I never thought I’d find a tub to accommodate my height,” he pointed out with comically wide eyes, before moving to close the door and then lean back against the counter.
“Well /mine/ certainly won’t! Not if you want to lie down in it, anyway.” She found the stopper and started filling the tub, then perched on the edge and eyed him up and down slowly. It was a shame he didn’t realise how glorious he was nude, all long muscles and height and those merry eyes and curls. “You seem so much happier now,” she mused softly.