"They're something else." Sam was more than grateful to edge forward into the full of the water's stream, sighing out as it washes over his head and down his chest. He let out a low sigh moving the bar of soap over his chest and stomach to start scrubbing all the remnants of heat and rut that felt all but stamped into his skin even if they weren't running the show anymore.

While he'd been indulgent in washing Rumlow off, he went about himself with a touch of briskness and awareness that they'd probably have company sooner or later. It'd be nice linger under the spray, do nothing but touch and pretend they didn't have a plot to unfold and loads of subterfuge to get through once they stepped outside of the bathroom's walls.

"If you run this solo, do you need anything?" If anyone was going to be able to smuggle something in, he'd have the best chance ranking low on possible conspirators and high on necessary to keep around.

At least for now.