He’s just going to open the door a little and peek inside. Just to make sure he’s super okay. Yep.
He sticks his head out from the door.
“— Really? Because you were moaning and…… Saying my name so.. Do you want me to like.. Wash your back?”
【 ✮ 】— Luckily for him, the steam was thick enough to cover him a little –come on, Mista, look at that frail back, ad those angelic features, at those wet, blonde hair, the lack of the usual three curls, locks of hair covering a bit of the young Don’s forehead and face, the arm strategically covering something right where his hips were…
— « M-me, moaning?! Silly, so silly, Mista. » He chuckled, obviously nervous. « I-I am not in need of help t-to wash my back, thank you. »
