Ryan figured it was easier not to worry about where Hugo had managed to get the password for the prefects bathroom from, instead just focusing on relaxing. No matter how much he hated looking like this in front of the other man. Looking so weak and so...Sick. There was no running away from that fact on a night like this, where it was a struggle to keep his body from trembling with every breath, to focus on anything but the fact he was covered in blood because of his own claws. Because of the beast lurking inside that threatened to slip free every month.
“Alright, alright, I’m shutting up.”
And he does, instead just letting Hugo do whatever it was he wanted. Wincing occasional as his wounds were cleaned and patched up, but otherwise just focusing on keeping himself sane, steady. Even as he slid in to the warm water, a refreshing change if there ever was one, he still struggled.
Until those gentle hands were pulling him in closer, Ryan’s weight shifting enough that he was almost in the other man’s lap to save too much awkward shifting. Forehead resting against Hugo’s, eyes drifting shut and humming in response to the comment.
“I do do this every month, mate. But...Thank you.”
