Angel dropped his clothes straight into the washer after coming in the kitchen entrance. It felt odd streaking through the house completely naked, but he culdn't say he'd never done it, nor that he didn't like it.  it was just a luxury he no longer afforded himself. His mind slipped to moments with his wife Celia and their lover Julian, but quickly batted it away as he entered the larger bathroom in his bedroom. He started the shower and looked at himself in the wall mirror behind the sink. His hair was disheveled, face still flushed and there were still tiny flower petals mixed into his dark curls.  As he waited for Ein to follow he leaned forward bending his waist against the sink edge as he ruffled his hair. A sprinkling of pink covered the marble counter. He tucked his hair back behind both ears and smiled looking down at it.