Gideon, in his typical behaviour, looked like he was scandalised by everything he touched. Whenever the water moved, the man jerked, whenever Edgar shifted, he jerked, whenever Cass let out a soft, content sigh, the man jerked.
He just could not rest while in the bath with the other men. It made Cass wonder if he had ever relaxed in his life.
If he even knew how?
"Gideon, seriously, just relax. We aren't going to jump you or anything." Cass muttered, his head back, eyes closed as he rested against the edge of the tub. He'd gotten good at taking advantage of the little moments that he had, thanks to how much Cassian worked himself to the bone. The first month had been a brutal learning curve since he had so much he had to learn about the country, the world, and what Cassian was doing, that he began to take solace in baths.
Cass didn't think that Gideon did the same.
