[Albert raises his head when he hears that familiar voice, the bleary surprise evident on his face; he hadn't been expecting someone to be right on hand as soon as he entered the door. He runs a hand through his wet and knotted hair, revealing healing scratches across his left temple that seemed to complement his bruised face.
He doesn't move, though his better judgment tells him he should remove his wet clothes before he starts getting sick. He needs more time to recover.]
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He doesn't move, though his better judgment tells him he should remove his wet clothes before he starts getting sick. He needs more time to recover.]
Raine... Thank you.