"Yeah," she answers, giving the tiniest nod of her head. There's something so calm about this, even when it feels so electric charged that she's worried one little move might make the both of them burn. It feels easy, like the natural progression of things between them. It's enough that she isn't hesitant when she taps at his hip and guides him to step back, giving her enough room to reach for the standard issue shampoo.

His hair is wet enough that it's no issue to get some in her hands and lather it up, bringing her hands to his head. She slowly and carefully works her fingers through his hair, making sure not to tug too hard. He can't feel her doing this, but she's still gentle anyway. Some of the suds fall down into his face and she laughs, quickly trying to bring a lather filled hand down to wipe it away.

It's only after she's had her fill of taking care of him that she lets everything start to wash away, now standing in close enough to him that some of it splashes down onto her as it rinses off of him. Her lips part like she might say something, but at the last second she decides not to ruin things by opening her mouth. This is nice, and sometimes words aren't really needed to enjoy something.