Once Wren was in the shower, Adam set the pot full of water on the stove, then went to the tiny cupboard the served as a closet. He mostly still lived out of the rolling suitcase next to his bed, the one he'd always lived out of, returning to it after he'd gotten out of jail , but he had a few things in the closet, grabbing an undershirt, a hoodie, and a pair of sweats that were a little short on him.
Adam looked up when Wren appeared again, doing a little of a double take. "I..." He was so small, so frail, and so naked. "Um," he coughed, nervous. He abandoned the pot boiling on the stove and heading into the bathroom, reaching around Wren to grab a towel and wrap it around him. "Here," he said, drying his skin off, trying hard not to look at him, even if he wanted to. "I set out some clean things on the bed," he added, pointing that way. "I think I have a brush somewhere."