A Heavy Hammer

Clean

Ethan walked behind Heisenburg, up the creaking stairs that seemed worn down from years of movement on them. They were dirty, slick, he felt a little at danger walking up them.

How long had they been walking? How big even was this place-? It felt like every step was meaningless with how huge the place was, till they reached a door that heisenburg opened.

To his surprise, it was a bedroom, the bed was a mess but atleast the room seamed safe. "Its been a long day, you should rest." Heisenburg said as he looked through his drawer to find something, before tossing a big, stained white shirt at Ethan. "Take that, it's better than your dirty clothes on my bed."

"This is your bed?" Ethan said and heisenburg looked at him like he was going to smack him. "Are you- did you hit your head too hard-?" Heisenburg sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Of course it's my bed Ethan, think I get many guests around here-?" He growled, Ethan kinda shrinking down infront of the giant man who could rip him apart.

"Just get changed, I'll be outside." He said and walked out the door, leaving Ethan to himself.

Ethan took a deep breath, looking at the shirt before slowly taking off his clothes, they were dirty, bloody, soaked, it felt so nice to be out of them as he pulled on the shirt, the scent of cedar and citrus filling his senses.

He gently sat on the bed, taking a soft breath as he looked down at his hands before laying back on the bed that conformed to his body. It was so nice to be laying somewhere comfortable, somewhere that wasn't under a tree or a cold snowy ground.

Ethan took a soft breath, before slowly drifting off, curling up in the covers and chasing after an invisible warmth, sleeping with the thought of his daughter.

The next morning Ethan woke up to a warmth like no other, one he found himself cuddled against before he realized he was laying against a shirtless heisenburg.

His eyes widened as he choked slightly, trying to stay quiet and act like he was still asleep but inside he panicking. How long were they like this? How long did he stay cuddled against his man, his arms around him like a stuffed prize?

"Well mornin sunshine." Heisenburgs gruff voice rang as he looked down at Ethan who looked up at him in turn, his eyes wide for a moment. "Why are you here-!?" He shouted.

"This is my bed, you expect me to sleep on the floor? Take the couch? This isn't some "only one bed" trope, it's just my bed." Heisenburg said simply as he sat up, running a hand through his messy hair, his silver eyes sharp as ever as he pulled a cigar out of the nightstand, a lighter moving to his hand.

"You should get a shower, you wreak of corpse." Heisenburg said simply and Ethan got slightly offended, sitting there dumbfounded. "Unless you want me to get in with you." He said with a smirk, ethans cheeks glowing a bright pink. "Shut up-!" He shouted and shoved his pillow at heisenburg before storming off to the bathroom.

It was rustic, the tile needing to he cleaned and the pipes groaning and creaking as the water came down OK ethans body, the dirt and blood of the hell he endured washing away.

The hot water felt like pure heaven after being in the cold for so long, then the stench of Moroes. Washing it all away from nice, like a cleanse almost.

Ethan picked up the soap, staring at it for a moment, the scent matched what the shirt smelt like, a man from an office really. Kind of like what Chris smelt like.

He shook that thought away as he pumped out some soap and slowly washed his body, wanting to savor the warm water as long as it would last.

Only one thought crossed his mind in that shower, the only important thing.

Was that soap 12 in 1?