He squeezed her hand before heading to the bathroom. "Yes, ma'am." She hadn't driven him away, exactly, but he needed a little space. His martial status was a sore subject when other people decided to judge him for it. It was inevitable, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

The hotel didn't have the best shower, but it had hot water and lots of it. He stood under it with his hands on the wall in front of him, his eyes closed against the world.