Ashura watches his form, debating, and then finally curses himself. Mad or not, fighting or not, this was not the time to hold onto petty grudges and hard words and actions. With their souls bared like this...

He slid into the bathtub with Felix, wrapping his arms around the other, not caring if the man hated him at the moment or not. He needed it, and deep down he thought Felix needed it too.

"Felix..." he whispered. "Felix, look at me, please."