Will glanced sideways at Tuck as he let the water wash down his neck, noticing the painful injury on his side. Tuck was steadfastly not looking at him either, so he turned straight ahead again, and focused instead on rubbing soap through what little hair he had on his head, rinsing off his body, and trying to keep the suds from washing into his wound. Water touching it was bad enough, and it ran pink down his leg. He was careful when washing away the dead skin. At least it looked better now.
"Can I get a towel?" he called. He was getting flashbacks to the prison showers. This right here was not a lot different to that.