*Runze's POV*
The water is warm, the bathroom is full of steam. Bael is behind me, which is a situation I am still, after everything, not entirely prepared for.
Not that I would admit this.
I lean back against him anyway. His arm is loose around me, not holding, just there, solid and warm in the way he always runs warm, and I look down at the water surface and watch it move with my breathing and try to remember what I was saying.
Right.
"So you called him," I say.
Bael says nothing.
"You actually picked up your phone and called the doctor and asked him if you could—"
"I only asked if it was medically safe."
"That's the same thing!"
"It isn't."
"Bael." I press my hand over my face. "I have to sit across from him at my next appointment. He's going to look at me and he's going to know that you called him specifically to ask if we could... if it was safe for you to—"
I can't even finish the sentence. The sheer embarrassment of it makes my face burn.
