Ἕκτωρ ♚ Vincent King (armystrong) wrote in forgotten_gods, |
He left Helen to her own devices so that he could slip into the bedroom and fetch her a decent set of clothes. While Hector wasn't necessarily bulky, he was still built enough that anything he could possibly give her would hang loosely off of her smaller frame.
Rummaging quickly through his closet and dresser as he absently listened to the water run, he retrieved a dress shirt (when was the last time he'd worn it, anyway?), a pair of boxers and an old set of pajama pants that felt heavy in his arms on the walk back to the bathroom.
He'd figured Helen might've already hopped into the shower, but upon passing through the threshold of the door, he learned otherwise. Wordlessly, he padded inside to deposit the set of clothes on top of the toilet seat.
"Do you need anything else?" His voice was verging on noticeably strained.