Max hesitated for a moment, staring at the water, then at Kieara. He slowly nodded his head, removing his clothing from him and setting it on the counter. He got into the bathtub and sat there, trying to endure his hatred for it. One could see that Max actually had a nice body, slightly toned muscles at that. But, his body use to be nice, now it had a bunch of cuts and whip marks on his back, bullet wounds in his skin where he had been attacked and captured. It was difficult to look at, that he would be put through such torture and yet he was merely trying to regain comfort from it all. If his life were only a bit easier, maybe he wouldn't have to go through such strife. But it was life, nothing was fair in life.