Kyle stood alone with Vivienne in the guest room, acutely aware of how this situation could be perceived. He was no handyman by any stretch, but he knew it would be in his best interest to stay in the good graces of Calista's mother. Family dynamics mattered, even in arrangements as unconventional as his.
He followed her into the room and immediately noticed there actually was something that needed help. The bathroom door was open, and he could hear water running in an unnatural way, the sound erratic and pressurized.
This felt like a scene straight out of a bad porno, but Kyle knew it could only advance if he wanted it to. He could easily nip whatever this was in the bud before it escalated into something he'd regret.
Vivienne led him to the shower. She reached in and turned on the faucet, and immediately water began spewing everywhere. Not a normal spray pattern, but chaotic jets shooting in multiple directions from what looked like a broken connection somewhere in the fixture.
