Eddy took the towel with a quiet 'thanks' and clumsily wiped the drying cum off his stomach, not quite getting it all. He was still sweaty and gross, and he desperately needed a shower. Or a bath. That sounded nice. Sounded perfect for his sore aching muscles and he wouldnt have to stand for it.<br/><br/>But that required him getting up which seemed like a colossal effort. But he was rank. He see-sawed between the two options, get up and get clean or just fall asleep in his own filth and be gross and sticky in the morning. Well it seemed an obvious choice, but the bathroom was very far away.<br/><br/>He was interrupted from his debate by Luke brushing up against his shoulder. He turned his head and smiled at the boy, seeing how disheveled he was too. Eddy was suddenly decided.<br/><br/>"The towels all gross," he huffed, "you wanna take a bath with me?"