The single harsh white light of the concrete shower-block illuminated his bent form as Leon leaned against the wall, arm braced, letting the inadequately temperatured water run down his back. The room offers little privacy for each concrete slab with a shower head over it, stacked side by side more like cleaning stations than showers. He stared at the concrete right in front of his eyes, mind a million miles away as the welcome water pressure on the back of his neck helped him concentrate. He hear’s the door open beyond the single, door-less wall where the locker room is. He doesn’t think much of it, assuming someone else has come in to shower, until he hears quiet feet patter on the puddled floor, and a gentle hand on his back. The muscles twitch under the touch, and he hoists himself up off the wall as he turns. “Hey.” You murmur quietly, offering him a small smile, completely stripped as if you’d come to join him. His fingers slide into your hair behind your ear, his intense expression not changing. “What are you doing up?”