[ dry ] your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .
Buddy had just come home from the pouring rain outside. Arnie wasn’t home at the moment but it seemed that he let Jack in to make himself right at home. Of course he did. Arnie was kind like that, but they both knew Jack enough to trust that they won’t set the apartment on fire. Everything seemed fine when Bud got home. He didn’t really care as he completely soaked from tip to bottom, literally feeling like utter shit that he was in no mood to argue with anybody. Seeing Jack worry about him made him feel off, but again, he wasn’t in much of a mood to crack insults. Jack had grabbed a towel and began drying his soaked hair off. Telling him to remove all of his wet clothes and into dry ones just so he wouldn’t catch a cold. Felt a little too late for that as he could already feel his nose starting to stuff up. “Is this really necessary, man?” Buddy sighed while Jack continued to dry his hair off. As strange as it was, it felt good. He could almost fall asleep like this.