Blake threw their hands up, “All good with me,” the sat on his bed, “As long as you are making an effort to get out of this. I’ll be here when you’re ready,” they pointed to where they sat.
Holden nodded his thanks. He grabbed a simple outfit — just a button up and a pair of jeans. But it may as well be a tuxedo compared to the sloppy clothes he’d been living in. He showered quickly, savoring the hot water for just a moment. He also shaved away his beard and dried his hair, which took a bit of time. His facial hair grew quickly. Normally he shaved every day. He had to, if he wanted to avoid looking like a hobo. He was amazed at how long it had grown in the days he’d been a recluse. He stepped out of the bathroom — dressed, styled, cleaned, and shaven — and walked over to Blake. “Thanks for waiting, and thanks for making me do that... I definitely needed it.”
