So the first time had just been an instinctive--if odd--reaction to Mikey's distress and Bob made plans to come up with a better way to handle that sort of thing in the future. Plans which summarily went out the window the night Mikey traded Ray to room with Bob. Mikey let Bob take the first shower, which was normal. Bob and Frank cared to have the showers first more than the others, and as such, were obliged. Mikey got in afterward, though, and didn't come out. When Bob finally went to go check on him at the fifteen minute point--Mikey's showers generally took all of three, four minutes if he was luxuriating--the steam was so thick that Mikey was actually coughing on it.
Bob pushed the door to the bathroom further open and flipped on the fan. He reached in to the shower and turned the water off. Mikey looked at him, water dripping in his eyes, down his face and said, "Just trying to unwind."
Bob considered Mikey and his wet-rat chic, the pleading in his eyes, the lack of tone in his voice. He handed him a towel. "Dry yourself thoroughly and meet me out there." He repeated, "Thoroughly. It's Frank's job to have a cold every third day." In truth, Bob was just pretty sure that impact hurt far more on wet skin than dry, but whatever got Mikey to actually listen was what he was going to go with.
When Mikey joined him in the room, even his hair was mostly dry. He stood shivering, naked, out in the middle of the room and said, "You don't have to, if you don't-- I know this isn't really, um, normal."
"You ever let your brother find you striving to be that?" Bob asked softly.
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Re: Headspace, R, Mikey/Bob, part 2/4
on 2008-03-25 12:28 am (UTC)Bob pushed the door to the bathroom further open and flipped on the fan. He reached in to the shower and turned the water off. Mikey looked at him, water dripping in his eyes, down his face and said, "Just trying to unwind."
Bob considered Mikey and his wet-rat chic, the pleading in his eyes, the lack of tone in his voice. He handed him a towel. "Dry yourself thoroughly and meet me out there." He repeated, "Thoroughly. It's Frank's job to have a cold every third day." In truth, Bob was just pretty sure that impact hurt far more on wet skin than dry, but whatever got Mikey to actually listen was what he was going to go with.
When Mikey joined him in the room, even his hair was mostly dry. He stood shivering, naked, out in the middle of the room and said, "You don't have to, if you don't-- I know this isn't really, um, normal."
"You ever let your brother find you striving to be that?" Bob asked softly.
Mikey rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."