For a big man, Tommy is almost graceful as he peels the sweatpants off his legs, boxers going the same way until he's left a trail of clothes. He couldn't care less what mess he's causing, especially not when he's stepping into the shower behind Arthur, hands firm and sure at the other man's hips to draw him back and up against his chest.
Arthur was already letting the spray run over him by the time Tommy moved up behind him. He grinned at the other pulling him back against him, arms going up behind him so his hands could card through the other's hair, getting the strands wet.
"Yeah," Tommy can be chatty when he wants to be, mostly with Arthur, but he's rarely eloquent, and for now he's more interested in pressing his lips into the side of Arthur's neck and wrapping his huge forearms around the other man's slim waist to really process the question properly.
Tommy, as long as Arthur had known him, had never been the "eloquent" type (and cared even less for trying to be) but the times when he wanted to talk, Arthur had always made it a point to listen, to respond back.
The point man lets out a tired sigh at the arms going around him, eyes closing and leaning back into the other's arms, completely at ease. Fingers starting to rub against the other's scalp and neck, his words are lazy, but amused, "Didn't toss anyone around today, did you?"
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"I take it your training went well?"
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The point man lets out a tired sigh at the arms going around him, eyes closing and leaning back into the other's arms, completely at ease. Fingers starting to rub against the other's scalp and neck, his words are lazy, but amused, "Didn't toss anyone around today, did you?"
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