When we got to my house, we entered through the back door, just as we did the last time we were there. "Stand here," I ordered Armin. I took the bag of his mud-covered-clothes and threw it into the laundry room. Then, I left Armin standing at the back door as I ran to the downstairs washroom and started to run the bath. It was the cleanest of the bathrooms in my house because it was mine. I figured that I might as well make him feel pampered, after all, he was my guest. He'd also just been through an upsetting event so I thought that spoiling him might've made him feel a little better. I put my hand underneath the faucet and felt the warmish-hot water running over my skin. I wished that the bath was for me. I had not had a warm bath in ages and I missed the relaxation the hot water brought me, but I realized that now was not the time to be thinking about myself. I had a friend downstairs who was covered in dirt and tears, and I had to make him feel better. I opened up the cupboard and pulled out a clean white towel. I brought it back upstairs with me and I handed it to Armin.

"Here, try to wipe some off," I instructed as I offered him the pristine white towel. He took it from me and did exactly as I'd asked. It helped a bit, however, it was only able to remove the wet mud. I was then able to see a bit of his pale white skin peeking through the large patches of dirt plastered all over him. I glanced at him as he began to wipe more of the filth off of himself. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked me, immediately taking notice of me staring at him.

"Like what?"

"Like you're watching my body. It feels weird," he told me. "Okay, fine," I responded, putting my hands up in defense. I was, of course, being sarcastic, though. Once he was just about done grooming himself, I took his hand and led him downstairs. I brought him into the bathroom and he stood on another towel that I had laid out on the floor. I waited for a minute or so before I then turned off the bath's faucet. "I'll be sitting in the room down the hall on the bed," I told him, pointing out the door. I pointed at the conditioner, shampoo, and soap. "Okay, so use that one for your body, that other one goes in your hair first, and that one there, is second in your hair. Oh and with the second one, leave it in for a minute, and then wash it out," I explained. "Uh..." he buzzed, looking oh so very confused. I laughed at him. "It's okay," I assured him, "if you need something, just call me and I'll come to help you."

"Uh, okay. Thanks," Armin replied before he closed the bathroom door behind me. I walked down the hall and into my bedroom. I missed being able to sleep in my own bed. I threw myself onto the bed, molding into it and got comfortable. Almost five seconds later, I was startled by the sound of Armin screaming from behind the bathroom door. I got up quickly and ran to the door, swinging it open dramatically. "What's wrong?" I yelled hysterically. "The water's hot! Why is it hot?" he shrieked, standing outside of the bathtub. Water dripped down his bare legs, indicating that he had stuck at least one limb into the tub of water. I giggled, barely hold being able to back my laughter. "It's supposed to be hot. It's for relaxation. Just promise me that you won't fall asleep in there," I jokingly explained.

"Yeah..." Armin replied sheepishly. I could tell that he was pretty embarrassed about his mistake. I smiled at him before I walked back out and closed the door behind myself. As I sat down on the bed, I came to the realization that I had not noticed his nudity. I guessed that was a good thing, in a way. I didn't want to embarrass him and make him feel even more uncomfortable around me. The room was quiet for the next fifteen minutes. I eventually became a bit concerned so I hopped off of the bed, walked out of the room, and approached the bathroom door. I knocked on it three times. "Armin, you okay in there?" I called out. "Yes, I'm almost done," he answered. I sat down beside the door and waited for a minute or two until I heard back from him again. "Y/N, how do I dry myself off?"

"There are towels the reflective cupboard. They're grey, soft sort of blankets you can dry off with. They're like the white one you used earlier," I told him simply. "I can't find one," he advised me as he rummaged around through things in the cupboard. "Okay, one second. Let me take a look," I said as I got up, opened the door, and walked into the bathroom. I noticed that he was still covered in dirt. "Are you serious?" I laughed. "What do you mean?"

"You still have mud on you. It's behind your ears and all over your back."

I pointed at him. He looked in the mirror and his face reddened quickly. His eyes opened wide as he observed the tremendous amount of mud all over his back. "I'm such a moron," he stated. I walked over to him and put my hands on his soft nude shoulders.

"No, you're not. It's fine. Just get back in the tub, I'll get it off of you."

He obeyed and turned back around, then getting back into the water. I noticed his bum. It was nice, at least for a guy. It was round and plump, and it looked soft. I mean, all of him looked soft, though. "Wow", I exclaimed as he climbed back into the tub. Once he got in, he turned around and looked at me strangely, raising his right brow. "Pardon?" he questioned. "Never mind," I retorted quickly. I grabbed the bar of soap and washed the dirt off of his back. Later, I moved onto his neck and ears. His skin felt so soft against mine. I was right about all of him feeling so soft. I wondered why I hadn't been blessed with such skin of my own.