Lex wasn't sure if the arm that snaked around his middle was a boon or a bane. On one hand, it came with the familiar luxury of a towel, and Lex was certainly grateful for that. On the other hand, though, they were<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>close. His fingers immediately curled around the towel and tucked it about his waist, thinking that would be the end of their close proximity to each other. Admittedly, though, he wasn't disappointed when smaller, much warmer hands came up to rub at his arms. In the back of his mind, he contemplated telling her that yes, his shower<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>warmed up, and that had actually been the problem. However, as tactless as Lex was, he wasn't<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>tactless. "I think that the water heater just needs some time," he lied through his teeth. "It's been out of use for some years. It'll catch up."<br/><br/>An arm looped through his own and led him forward. Lex's free hand kept tight on his towel as he shuffled his way from the showers to the next room. Eventually the fronts of his legs hit the bedframe and he was too eager to plop himself down. His hands rubbed his thighs through the fabric of his towel. "Could you do me a favor and get my clothes? They're somewhere by the shower I was at, but I really don't know where." If they were going to be here for a while, that's something that Lex needed to work on. He had become pretty adept at navigating Termina on his own, because he had walked through those roads and buildings so many times that it was all just muscle memory. He didn't have that luxury here. He would have to work on that.