Caleb shivered a little, hearing his name like that.

"Yeah," he agreed, reluctantly moving back, his smile growing from warm to bright. He held up a hand, palm out. "My fingers are all pruney."

He reached over and turned off the water, then tugged Gabe out of the shower after him loosely by the wrist, as though Gabe needed to be lead. He grabbed a towel from the rack and carelessly draped it around his own shoulders, then took the other and turned to Gabe, draping it carefully over his, reaching up to scrub the majority of water from his hair with the ends of the towel. He grinned, feeling sated and happy. On cloud nine.

"There," he said with a laugh, when Gabe's hair was all over the place. "It looks cute like that."