( funnily enough, it only dawns on him after he's done it that by draping the towel around her, he's also effectively lowering it enough to give her more to see, too. what starts as just his shoulders quickly becomes, um—everything, no barrier between them to hide behind anymore. he's wearing underwear, at least, but that's not saying a lot when it's also kinda soaked and clinging to him... but at least it's not white like some people. it's black, thank you very much. still, thankfully, self-consciousness about his own body only extends as far as the typical teenage awkwardness of someone who's never really offered it up to be looked at this way before. that being said, he also doesn't look down.

at least not at himself. at rinwell, though? yeah. his eyes are laser-focused on her, try as he may not to make it overly obvious how hard he's staring at the way the towel hugs her wet skin. when she lets go, that gives him all the agency he needs to rest it against her shoulders and then, boldly, to start to rub them and her upper arms dry. maybe the back of her neck, too, his hand slipping behind her hair, wrapped in the towel— )

Did... I say that? I kinda forget now. Suddenly.

( "suddenly." well, if there's one thing that's also plenty visible besides just about every inch of his toned body, it's how much he is blushing all over the place on it. stammering, he tries to save face and make up some, what? excuse? for what he's just—doing without really asking?? but it all is sort of hollow, because he's only following the cues he's pretty sure he's not imagining. still: )

It's just, uh, I mean, you'll get sick if you don't—a-and the food'll get cold!

( right, yeah, the food that is just languishing outside the door, never to be eaten. )