[ He helps with the removal of his shirt, nodding with ease at the words. He doesn't expect Wren, however, to start... bathing him? A quiet sound of surprise escapes as he falters, hands momentarily hanging in the air, awkward and uncertain. Like he really doesn't know what to do with them.
Eventually, he lowers them and shyly glances away, deciding to let Wren do this. Shyly, he mutters. ]
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Eventually, he lowers them and shyly glances away, deciding to let Wren do this. Shyly, he mutters. ]
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