[ Drake makes a soft, sympathetic 'oof' sound, shedding his soaked boxers and wrapping a towel around his waist. It's nothing Sharkface hasn't seen before, after all. Then he's carefully making his way out of the bathroom, headed for clothes. He's ready to be dry and warm.
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He smiles a little at the offer, nodding. ]
That'd be great, yeah.