At Ease//Eruri//

//Chapter Eight//

After everyone had exited and they had both, somewhat, agreed to a shower, he guided his patient to his bathroom. Opening the door as he unlocked it with one of the keys, he swung the door open, letting him go in first. In opening the door, he simply nodded before he went to close the door. Hearing yet another 'matte' again, he opened the door with a confused look. What did he need himself to do in the shower with him? "Watashi wa kono yō ni shawā suru koto wa dekimasen" The raven spoke yet again with that soothingly bland voice. How could he not shower in the state he is in? Looking to him for a few more seconds, he then realized that he had the jacket on, the one that bound his arms around his small frame.

Chuckling a little to himself, he simply apologized, making his way into the bathroom as he closed the bathroom door behind himself with a lock of a door. In staying close to the door, he began to unstrap the jacket carefully, making sure to check in from time to time to make sure it was safely coming off. Sooner than later, the jacket was off, landing on the ground with a rather loud clunk. He cringed to the loud noise, apologizing ever so faintly before he picked up the jacket and hung it to the side in a locked locker. Looking to the clothed patient, he nodded faintly to then stand his guard at the door, but as he stood his post, the patient seemed hesitant. What was he hesitating over? Countless times he had to get undressed but now it seemed to be an issue? Looking confusedly to him, he could only go over to him yet again before realizing something. The man before himself was quite small and all, but he had also forgotten to take off the mask.

He truly does wish he could take off the man's mask, but he knew that was something that can never, ever come off. Even if Eren had taken it off to receive his own pleasure, this was something no guard, or even Hange, could do. "I truly wish I could, but rules are rules.." In saying this, the moment it left his mouth, he saw the patient's eyebrow raise. The moment he saw this, he wishes he could take back his words... hearing a snarky remark back, the raven answered with a simple "Sakuya no rūru wa nakatta". This asshole. He was giving himself sass about how there were no such rules last night. He remembers stating the rules, but the patient denied and laid on top of himself, the closest he could have possibly gotten. Seeing the patient roll his eyes a little as he looked to the shower, he saw much hesitation to move any further than where he was. Yes, he was being rather sassy currently, but there was a hidden fear to which he tried to barricade with his rather crude sass. Taking his leave, he stood right outside the door, letting the patient shower and do as he pleases but all was timed, that being a protocol for the safety of the patient and only the patient.

He heard stories of patients smacking their heads against marble sinks to try and injure themselves, so it was the guard's job, himself, to stand outside and keep an ear out until it was his turn to go in and check up once the time had run out. In staying stationed at the door, he heard the patient moving and cleaning himself, some materials dropping from time to time and a faint wince occurring. In this case, the report said a wince was normal, but nothing would need to be done. Sooner then later it had been time to take his appearance into the bathroom. Walking in as he announced his entry, as protocol had stated, he opened up the door to see the patient clothed but his hair rather wet still. Entering, he took his dirty clothes, locked them up, and took out his jacket for later applying. Going over and making sure nothing was broken or could potentially be used later, he had the patient sit down as he dries his hair carefully. This wasn't a rule, nor a requirement, so he decided to help the patient.

Drying the patient's hair, he could now see how skinny his arms truly looked. The patient was clearly underfed and under kept, thus leading to his weakness and quite cranky demeanor. He would be the same if he was locked up, under kept and treated so poorly. As he gently rubbed the patients head, he could see this sort of pain in the patient's eyes. As soon as he had moved the towel to check the dampness of the patient's hair, the patient suddenly hissed at him in a crude manner, swearing of the sorts, as he smacked his own hand away. Alright, adding that to his rules of what not to do. Apologizing as he nodded, he put the towel back on and made sure his hair was completely dry, letting the patient touch his hair before he was satisfied with the dryness.