oom: room 25

[docscurlock]

[after this]Bar takes care of the pile of wet clothes (his duster, jacket, hat, and gloves) for him with a note saying she'd have them laundered, but Doc slings his scarf over his shoulder before he and Miss Katherine head for the stairwell

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[ikissdhimbck]

"Shh," she hushes, as she leads his trembling body into the bathroom, full-on nurse-mode taking over a little. "Not a bother. Y'just stand right here while I draw you a bath

[docscurlock]

"Thanks," he says, as he moves to sit against the edge of the tub, trying to use his toes to catch the heel on the other boot, spurs clinking gently against the tile.

Doc can't quite coordinate the effort between his foot and his leg and his brain, so after a few seconds of trying he sighs (frustrated) and then looks up at her.

"Can you help me yank 'em off? I can't...can't fargin' think clearly 'nough to know what I should be doin'."

Looking up at her, he looks quite the part of the cold, wet, lost stray puppy in need of a warm bed and a hot meal.

[ikissdhimbck]

She clearly can't say no to that face.

She moves close to him, one hand going to his waist while the other reaches around his body and turns the faucet off, now that the tub is full. While she is close, she leans in and gives him a gentle peck on the lips. It's innocent, and full of affection.

"'Course."

She kneels in front of him, carefully easing his feet from the boots one by one. She sets them off to the side, and gently removes his sopping wet woolen socks, careful not to disturb his, no doubt, aching feet too awful bad as she does so.

[docscurlock]

He curls his toes (they all move, albeit slowly) against the floor and sighs gratefully, knowing that they'll warm up once he gets into the bath behind him.

"Thanks, darlin'."

For the kiss, too.

Doc smiles a little despite the cold sinking into his legs from his wet pants and underthings, but he won't be taking those off until she's out of the bathroom and out of his room.

It just wouldn't be proper.