Damn it, South. Seriously. You can't do one nice thing for your brother. But still...

"Thank you." For trying. Which doesn't really mean much when the towel slides off the shower curtain rod and lands on the floor again. Were he a lesser man, he'd roll his eyes.

"It's not tiny. It's big enough for me, and that's all I really need. I feel kinda spoiled after, what, a few dozen months sleeping on rocks and in jeeps?"