The stairs were a struggle, and Blue didn't like the idea that he would have to climb these multiple times a day just to get up to the bedroom and bathroom. They moved slowly, step by step, Eivind behind him offering support as Blue used his tired legs to climb. Although he didn't enjoy the effort it took to ascend the stairs, Blue was somewhat relieved that he could do it almost on his own. The wolf was there to keep him from falling, and there were a few brief seconds where Blue thought his footing might give out and Eivind's grip on his body stiffened, but they made it without incident.<br/><br/>There was no banister as they approached the top of the stairs so Blue took extra care to ensure that he didn't slip, as he had nothing to hold onto other than the hand that was currently wrapped around his body and he had no desire to go crashing down with Eivind in tow. When they entered the bedroom, Blue quietly admired the doomed roof and the rustic decor. It was incredibly simple, with only the essentials in place and nothing to distract. Knowing what he knew about Eivind, which wasn't much, it seemed appropriate. To anyone else, perhaps the place would have seemed small and unimpressive, but as Blue had slept in a dark shed for the past month he found Eivind's bedroom cozy and charming. And the bed . . . the crisp, white linen sheets looked soft and inviting, and the bed was big enough for both of them to sleep in comfortably. It looked incredibly sturdy as well, although why Blue made a mental note of such a detail he couldn't quite say.<br/><br/>The bathroom was located off to the side of the bedroom and Eivind directed Blue to it silently, not allowing them to linger in the bedroom for long. Blue watched as the wolf played with the water for a moment, getting it to a comfortable temperature. Even in the small space, Blue couldn't help but watch from the corner of his eye as Eivind stripped off his boxers. They had spent almost the entirety of their time together in the nude, but this was perhaps the first time that Blue had actually<i>looked </i>at Eivind and let his gaze linger. Compared to most of the other wolves Blue had had the displeasure of interacting with, Eivind appeared on the smaller side. He was three inches shorter than Blue with a lean, toned body that reminded him of a runner; someone who was obviously fit but lacking excessive mass and bulk. He was only a fraction of the size of Lofgren. Even Alaric was bigger, but Blue found that Eivind's body was much more appealing to him. There was a natural strength about the wolf that didn't seem forced, or overly masculine, and were Blue not aching to move underneath the warm stream, he would have thought that Eivind's body complemented his own svelte frame nicely.<br/><br/>Pushing past the shower curtain, Blue stepped underneath the water at Eivind's gentle encouragement. He was immediately in the chest by the warm stream, noting the odd height of the shower head. Blue had to bow himself slightly to get his hair and face wet, as if the entire shower had been made for a someone of a shorter stature in mind. It occurred to Blue that perhaps that was precisely the case. Eivind lived here alone, and by the looks of the place, the wolf's house had been built by hand, perhaps even his own. Why would he cater to anyone beside himself?<br/><br/>A soft hum left Blue's lips as the water snaked its way down his long body, and he only barely noticed Eivind enter the shower behind him.<i>He's never going to leave me alone</i>, Blue thought, bending his knees again in order to scrub at his face with his wet hands. Although Blue was thankful for the help--he had asked for it, after all--he had to wonder if it was going to be like this all the time. Would he ever give him a minute to himself to just breathe and take in his surrounds, or would Eivind be hovering constantly, his hand on Blue's body at all times? Would this continue, even after Blue was healed? Was he even going to be staying with Eivind for that long? Too many questions, always too many questions, and Blue did his best to push them out of his mind. This was the first shower he had enjoyed in weeks, and focusing on all the possibilities did nothing except darken his mood.<br/><br/>Without considering the dimensions of the shower, only the addicting feeling of the water on his body, Blue tossed his head and leaned back, accidentally pressing his backside against Eivind. The boy jumped and gasped in surprise, only managing to keep himself from slipping by pressing his hand against a dry part of the shower wall and steadying his weight against Eivind's chest. He breathed in heavily for a moment, his heart beating wildly. "I'm sorry," he panted, turning his head so he could see Eivind's face over his shoulder, his back still pressed hard against the wolf's moving chest, his ass against his groin.<br/><br/>He should have removed himself immediately, but for some inexplicable reason Blue couldn't seem to pull himself away. Instead, he stayed there for a moment against Eivind, feeling the wolf breathe against his back and the heat emanate from his skin. Eivind's body felt incredibly warm, and he wondered if werewolves ran hot like dogs.<br/><br/>"Do you, uh, have any soap?" Blue spat out, immediately cursing himself inside his own head. He could feel his face flush once more and hoped that Eivind didn't notice.<i>Did I really just fucking ask if he had soap? Fucking idiot.</i>