He bit his lip, pausing, and stopped where he was to lean against the still-closed door. Sliding down it with his back against the wood, he crouched there, hugging the towel to his body in a way that obscured most everything but the top of his face poking out from the top of the ball of fluffy cloth he'd become. It felt good to be covered again, like the towel was armor against the outside world.
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Date: 2011-06-21 05:14 am (UTC)