<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #33FFEE">In the shower, Silver was careful to wash everything. He scrubbed his hair, was gentle with his ears, got every inch of fur on his tail. He even cleaned under his finger nails and scrubbed his face clean. He really didn't want to take long because, to him, he'd overstayed his welcome, but the warm water was nice and the soaps and shampoos smelled amazing. He could have stayed in there all day. But he didn't.<br/><br/>Once he had rinsed off, he turned the shower off and stepped out, grabbing a towel. Slowly, he started to dry off, stepping back into the shower only long enough to wring his tail out before he went back to drying himself off. But before he left the bathroom, he stood in front of the mirror, rubbing his hair with said towel. Even at home, every time he was changing in the bathroom or had just gotten clean...he would stop and stare at his side. The long scar there that traveled from hip to just under his shoulder blade was a horrible reminder of a time he hated to think about.<br/><br/>So before he could, Silver turned away, wrapped the towel securely around himself and peeked out the door. No sign of Rich, the door was closed, and a pair of fresh clothes were laid out on the bed.</span></span>