When Brendan heard Van turn the water off, he realized he had to stop too. On the other hand, he did not want to make it seem as if he was following Van's every move. He took a few more moments to turn the shower off and then slowly toweled off. His front was facing the wall, so Van potentially had a clear view of his ass while he dried off and bent over to rub his legs dry.
Brendan then turned around, putting the towel around his waist and tying it down with a not. He was still damp when he approached Van, his torso gleaming in the yellow lights of the locker room. He sat down next to the him, laughing. "I haven't got any plans yet, you?"
Slowly, his warm hands enveloped Van's feet, making sure not to touch his ankle. "How's it feeling?"