As long as I'm awake, I'm in active service. [Besides, there was something akin to comforting when the water - hot or cold - passed over his skin. He felt like he could breathe deeply for the first time every single time that he stood for the spray down or a meaningful bathing experience. Always he stood for it.
Maybe it was the only simple pleasure that he was given, even if it hadn't meant more than maintenance to his keepers. His skin still came alive over his muscles, and all the lack of memories meant little then because something teased deep inside of him. It wasn't memory or want or rationalization. It was instinct that he was where he was at his best.
His fingers of his left hand clenched as he gave up his right hand to Steve and allowed himself to be lead to the bathroom. He stepped inside without complaint, having been here more often than not for maintenance.]
Standing. I often braced my hands on the wall and required my legs spread apart so I could be sprayed down or washed by another. When the black came in, bathing was stopped. I could be what I am under my skin on missions only.
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Maybe it was the only simple pleasure that he was given, even if it hadn't meant more than maintenance to his keepers. His skin still came alive over his muscles, and all the lack of memories meant little then because something teased deep inside of him. It wasn't memory or want or rationalization. It was instinct that he was where he was at his best.
His fingers of his left hand clenched as he gave up his right hand to Steve and allowed himself to be lead to the bathroom. He stepped inside without complaint, having been here more often than not for maintenance.]
Standing. I often braced my hands on the wall and required my legs spread apart so I could be sprayed down or washed by another. When the black came in, bathing was stopped. I could be what I am under my skin on missions only.