[He snorts, leaving the conversation there to do as instructed, using up a good chunk of that time with a shower. It's a luxury to have a bathroom in his own room; he hasn't stopped marveling this fact yet, accustomed to communal bathing over the course of military life — not a problem for him, since he's not shy, but it's nice to feel like he can relax in the process. No eyes, no snide remarks hanging over his shoulder, nobody looking to pull one over on him.
And he can take as long as he, reasonably, wants. And the water is hot.
After cleaning up, he emerges from the steam in only a towel to flop down onto the narrow cot in his room, its sheets tucked tightly around the edge of the mattress. Everything in the room is neat, orderly, bare. He doesn't own enough even to occupy a fraction of the space. Minutes later, Cain fishes out the bottle of whisky he'd managed to obtain earlier and nurses a few burning swallows; he decides to remain in the towel, since it just seems efficient.]
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And he can take as long as he, reasonably, wants. And the water is hot.
After cleaning up, he emerges from the steam in only a towel to flop down onto the narrow cot in his room, its sheets tucked tightly around the edge of the mattress. Everything in the room is neat, orderly, bare. He doesn't own enough even to occupy a fraction of the space. Minutes later, Cain fishes out the bottle of whisky he'd managed to obtain earlier and nurses a few burning swallows; he decides to remain in the towel, since it just seems efficient.]