Dean shared the remainder of an awkward meal with the two women before running off to take a shower. He needed time and space. But more importantly, he needed to think.
And after showering he found himself soaking in the hot tub. It was more than just an enclosed space where he could be alone with his thoughts. It was practically a medical necessity after blood loss and extreme cold weather combat.
His muscles were absolutely wrecked, even with his normal youthful vigor and peak conditioning, which he had maintained even outside of his time in the Guard. Dean needed the heat and warmth of the water, as well as its jets to massage his distressed body.
However, his seclusion lasted for only so long before Yuki appeared in the doorway, dressed in her own swimwear. She didn't try to cover up this time with her towel, no longer embarrassed by her own reckless choice in attire.
