Arden didn't point out that whatever had brought him here had been one-way, and him finding his way back wasn't a guarantee that that would have changed. Or that very little in their lives were fair and that just because they were due didn't mean they'd get. He knew both of those already.

Her hand slid down to cup the side of his face a moment, though she figured that anything she said would go against the point she'd been trying to make, so instead it just lingered there wordlessly against his skin for a few seconds and she didn't say anything until she'd brought it back up to his hair to finish rinsing.

"You just know that if that happens I'll be telling everybody it's because you didn't wanna face me in whatever we end up doing to replace paintball," she teased and if it fell a little flat, well, she hoped he wouldn't notice. Or would at least pretend he hadn't.

The water shut off and Arden patted his head with a microfiber towel to remove the excess moisture and then wrapped it over his head. "Luckily for you, I've decided to not give a one hour presentation about what you should be using to dry your hair until a time that's not oh-goddess-thirty in the morning when we both had nightmares. You're welcome."