"Mainly just didn't wanna walk through town lookin' like the money shot in a porno," he mumbles, a little stung by the comment. He's still got paint smeared on him in places, and his shirt is covered in it, so the walk home will be enough without looking like he got fucked all night. He briefly wonders why Nathan is even bothering to offer breakfast, but he just sits up and walks naked towards the bathroom instead of asking, waving one hand in the air. "Yeah, that's fine. Coffee's the priority."

He steps into the bathroom and doesn't look at himself in the mirror before climbing into the shower and tipping his head back under the hot spray.