Selina observed Zane methodically cleaning the walls, curtains, and couch with a rag, the pleasant floral scent of the soapy water lingering in the air.
Once Zane shifted into next chores and noticed he didn't understand the use of the mop as he just stared at it, Selina said.
"Soak the mop in the soapy water and squeeze it a little in the wringer. Don't make it too dry or too wet,"
Zane dipped the mop into the water and wrung it out, his fingers tightening around the handle as though it might snap. He knew Selina would tease him if he overdid it—and he wasn't about to let her perspective of him be proven right that he was dependent.
He cast a curious yet annoyed glance at her. "Like this?"
Selina nodded sternly. "Squeeze a little."
"A little?" he repeated, exerting more force as water dripped into the bucket, reflecting his bruised ego.
"It's okay," she called out, noticing he was doing too much. "You can start."
