I will
in spite of the ache
The water rushing down his back was soothing. His muscles ached beneath black and blue bruises. The story of last night was laid out so clearly upon his body. He had won, but he had taken a few injuries himself. In the moment he hadn't thought much about it, but now he felt every bit of them. He had the ability to heal them, to make it so his body was pristine and unharmed. And yet, he left those bruises there. It made him feel alive and not like the shell of the man he had been.
Henry had been so lost in thought that he didn't hear the soft creek of the bathroom door as it opened nor did he hear the sound of bare feet padding across the tiled floor. He could have heard the noise if he wanted to, but he was so lost in thought that he had turned off some of those senses. After all, what would attack him in his ex's flat?
It was the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back and the sound of his name above the sound of water running that scared him. He jumped, his body ready to fight as he turned briskly in the shower, unafraid of his nakedness. Whoever was coming to attack him was going to get tea-bagged in the process because Henry was not dying today.
But when he saw Sterling standing there, his body softened. Posture relaxed and he stepped away from the water so he could get closer to him. "I feel asleep next to you. It felt right. I'm sorry." Was he sorry? No. He had the best night sleep of his life. He didn't have a single nightmare. He didn't wake up to change position or pee. He just...slept. It was refreshing. "How are you?" Physically, Henry had put the man in tip-top shape. It was his emotional health that he was most concerned with.
He reached back to flip off the water, letting it run down his body and down the drain. He looked at the lack of towel on the hook then turned to Sterling. "Can you get me a towel, please?" He should have thought of that early, but oh well. He would have just stepped out and walked and got it, but he wasn't sure if Sterling really wanted to see him waltzing about the bathroom in his birthday suite.
Henry Tudor
I will rise a thousands times again