August looked up briefly, smiling a little when he saw Griffin doing the same. He really liked this. It was so nice. When he felt Griffin tug at his hair, he opened his eyes, frowning a little as the water washed out the shampoo. His arms left Griffin’s waist, using a hand to rub at his hair He frowned when he turned off the water, thinking shampooing wasn’t really enough, but even more so, wondering why Griffin was mad at him all of a sudden. He felt sick all over again. What had he done? Was hugging too intimate? He really needed to go home, he realized. He’d have to leave after he got dressed, he told himself. After a minute, he stepped out, too, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself.
Griffin had a towel wrapped around his waist when he saw August get out of the shower. He looked down at the pair of jeans he already had out, figuring that the best distraction would be Xander and his mockery. He couldn't handle the warmth for much longer, he realized. This illusion that he'd built up for the past 36 hours was due to come to an end, and he believed that the faster that happened, the easier it'd be to adjust back to his everyday schedule. August was merely nothing more than a warm mouth, he reminded himself as he pulled his jeans up and buttoned a plaid shirt to his torso.












