Fine.

[her answer is a relief and also not, because what - are the two of them in someone else's bathroom? he's beginning to think that maybe it doesn't matter, and people are regularly waking up hungover and disoriented. his mouth is rinsed out and the toothbrush left on the counter in between the time in takes for her to grab the cloth and press it against his neck.

he brings a hand up to hold it there, but refuses to look in her direction. he's not shy - they're strangers and he definitely crashed her shower time.]

I didn't want to take what they put out there for me. I don't know what it is.

[the cool cloth is a momentary relief, but she'll notice that he runs it under the cold water again in a short amount of time. his body is warm.]

You didn't have to - [he bites his tongue. accepting help isn't his strong suit.] I appreciate it, I mean.