G-- [Lucky he loves you, otherwise that rudeness would go right to his heart! But soreness about being pushed away disappears when Ghoul starts shaking. Party peels his gloves off, and then his hands are warm at Ghoul's elbows, running up and over his shoulders. Come on close, Party's warm through his t-shirt, solid, he's got you.] Jittery fucker tonight, huh? Look, I ain't tryin shit. Come on, let's go. Let's go, G.

[The bathroom is fogged, warmer when Party eases the door shut to keep the steam in. One hand reaches out to be sure the thing isn't scalding, and he turns up the cool water a little bit.] Alright, come on in. Nice an' easy, huh? [His hand curls securely around Ghoul's. The other takes his elbow. Ease in, just get under the water.]