Reagan sighed softly when Caius pulled away from her, but it was time to get cleaned up. They couldn't stay in the shower forever. While Caius scrubbed his body Reagan washed her hair. The exhaustion she felt when she and Caius had gotten home returned, only this time it felt three fold thanks to the sex. She was tired and sated and ready to slip into bed and sleep. But... "Are you going to call your parents?" she asked, rinsing the shampoo from her hair as she watched him. "Make sure they're okay?" Knowing Anthony Reagan was sure they were both fine, but it never hurt to check in. Reagan was sure Caius would at least want to ask about Sera.
“Of course, yes,” Caius answered, straightening up from where he’d been washing his legs. He idly ran his hands against his chest, spreading the foam around while he waited for Reagan to be done with the water. Long hair seemed like such a pain in the ass, but she wore it so well. He was sure his parents were okay as well -- his father was indestructible and his mother was smart and capable, so even if they’d been apart, he was sure they’d made it through all right. It was mostly Sera he was worried about, as it was likely she hadn’t been at home. Nobody had tried to contact him yet though, as far as he knew, so he doubted there was an emergency. “Have you spoken to your mother yet? Nate?” he asked Reagan.
She shook her head. "My phone was dead. But I plugged it in before we showered, so I'll check with them in a minute. They're pretty capable. I'm not worried." Her mother might be worried about her, given her circumstances, but Reagan could deal with that when she had to. She moved out of Caius's way so he could have the spray to rinse off as she scrubbed her own body with her loofah. The body wash smelled like roses and vanilla and she already felt better, washing off the grime from the past couple of days. "Hopefully I can get away with just texting them so I'm not sucked into a twenty minute phone conversation when I would much rather be sleeping."
Oh right, the dead phone. Caius had been pretty lucky to be at work when the fog hit, there had been power through the duration of the bullshit, so he’d been able to keep everything charged. How inconvenient, their reliance on technology. He stepped under the shower spray to rinse off, then grabbed his shampoo to give his hair a quick wash while he was in there. “Let’s hope,” he agreed with Reagan, giving a wry smile. He thought his situation would be much the same -- just a quick conversation to confirm everyone was all right, then he could go to bed. Even though he’d been relatively comfortable, he still hadn’t slept much while everything was going on, wanting to keep an eye on his wife through the Obscurities. Caius rinsed his thick hair out and then moved aside so Reagan could finish up too. He kissed her temple, patted her ass, and then stepped out of the shower to dry off.