He was suddenly parched. The water diluted the thickness in his mouth, cooled his throat. He forced himself to go slow, like Aunix had said. He took a deep breath. Returned to the couch.
Charlie
Done
Aunix
How are you feeling?
Charlie
Better
Thanks
Aunix
Is your bath clean?
Chase blinked at the change in subject. He had a cleaning service that went to his apartment every other day—luckily, they’d gone through yesterday.
Charlie
Yeah
Aunix
Draw yourself a bath. Put some bubbles in it. You have any of those bomb things that make the water fizzy?
Chase laughed.
Charlie
Do I have a bomb that makes water fizzy?
No, unfortunately the police came over yesterday and took it off me
Aunix
Okay, funny pants. Just make the water as nice as you can
Charlie
Ok
Chase went and did as he was asked. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d taken a warm bath—he’d taken plenty of cold ones, but not one for pleasure.
It was therapeutic, watching the water fill the tub up. Putting some of his body wash under the stream to make the bubbles rise.
The bath was steaming after he was finished.
Charlie
Done
Aunix
Good