[ He rolls his eyes so hard it's a wonder he doesn't gain the ability to see in to the back of his own head, but that two-word combo has an entirely different context now and it takes everything in him not to really think about that when they're showering.

The kiss is sweet and he finds that he's smiling to himself as he soaps his hands up and runs them over Matt's shoulders, traces fingers down the line of his spine and smooths soapy hands down the small of his back. He presses in at spots of tension, thumb and fingers digging into them as he soaps him up and when it's done, spreads his hands over Matt's belly and hooks his chin over his shoulder. A distant chime tells him they're about out of time, but still have plenty of room to get to the bridge. ]

Did you know that in some of the quarters, there are massive bathtubs?

[ He doesn't linger long in the hug; after a few moments he withdraws and finishes washing himself up, sweeping his hair back out of his eyes. ]

I'm gonna hop out, but you can stay in there for a while if you want to. I'll get you a fresh towel.