She bit her lip as she gently helped Xavier dry his hair with the towel.
Xavier chuckled softly, enjoying the feel of her hands in his hair—it was both relaxing and comforting for him, so he stayed quiet.
Slowly, he leaned back, resting his body against her stomach as she knelt on the bed, her stomach pressed against his back.
When his broad shoulders leaned into her, she felt the warmth radiating from his body and the gentle pressure against her.
Even so, Hera continued what she was doing, as if this were perfectly normal between them, like an old married couple accustomed to each other's presence and small gestures of care.
They stayed like that for quite a while. Afterward, Xavier returned to the bathroom to put on his pants before coming back out, his chest still bare.
Before Hera could ask, Xavier explained, "I don't like wearing the same clothes twice, especially when I sleep. Reusing the same pants is already pushing it."
