While he waits Crozier rests his head on his forearm, eyes unfocused as he thinks about those moments he can’t remember. It bothers him that he doesn’t know the specifics, but Raju will never say more.

When Raju returns with the various accoutrements and takes his place by the tub Crozier slowly lifts himself back up, though his right arm still grips the side. It’s a mix of worries, falling over and the anticipation of Raju’s hands on him.

“I haven’t been able to wash my chest or under my arms,” he admits with a soft grunt. “My back. And of course my hair and beard.” He’s sure he looks even more the part of a wild man.

At this point though there’s very little he won’t agree to. He’s already naked and in the tub; what’s left of his dignity to spare?