He thought he'd heard something over the sound of the water, but dismissed it as he stepped out of the shower, taking a towel and wrapping it around his waist as he went in search of some clean clothes. Months now, and still he couldn't get over the fact of how much he loved showers. Warm, running water. Even in winter. No more braving a stream so cold it looked near frozen at its edges, or putting clothes back on that left you as dirty as when you'd washed. The forest had been bad enough. In the holy land it was rare they could spare water for much but drinking. And with the heat, the sand, and the blood...it was not a memory he relished. And so whilst ever he was here, he would not take such simple luxuries for granted in any sort of hurry.
Pants were located easily enough, and socks too. It took rummaging through several drawers to find one of his hoodies, and he was still putting it on when he walked in to the living room, and so he didn't notice Marian sitting there until he had finished pulling it over his head, leaving his still damp hair dishevelled. He smiled, not really paying attention to what she was reading, when he was glad to see her.
"You're home early." He saw what she was holding about a split second after he noticed the tears in her eyes, and was completely lost for words at first. The last time he'd left any kind of correspondence where she could find it. It had been in circumstances where he'd thought they might never see each other again, in this life. And though this was nothing quite so dramatic, he was not sure he wanted her to be reading what he had written this time. Not until he was at all content with the words himself, at any rate.