Wren was pleased not to be left alone, although he watched anxiously when Archie left the room to remove his shirt until his new friend had returned. He submerged himself to the nose and blew some of the bubbles away, rising from the already grey water to laugh at the path he'd made. He was happy when Archie sat down on the toilet seat, listening to him rapt when he heard about fancy oils - the bubbles were honestly more than enough for him.
He watched Archie pick up one of the bottles and took it from him, inspecting the shower gel for a moment before hesitantly flipping the cap open and squeezing a little into his palm. There were some calculations to go through before he was able to close the lid and set the bottle down without smearing everything with his handful of gel, after which he sat there poking at it and enjoying the texture as it slowly started to foam. "You are kind Archie." he stated, a simple as that, rubbing the palmful of gel against his toast rack chest.
"I, I think so..." he said, the word 'the room' reminding him of something not pleasant but being told he could come here again giving him mixed messages. He sat, a little unfocused for a moment, taking this in. "You... you don't want to keep me? In the- in the room?" he asked, his tone unsure and a little strained. His hand curled around some of the bubbles and melted them as he sat there, seemingly studying Archie's knee. Maybe that was why he was asked to be naked and clean? Was this going to be another room to keep him in? But then why ask if he remembered the way back, like he'd be able to leave if he wanted to?