It took another moment to calm himself down enough for his vision to focus, but once it had releasing the button was easy. Don Juan dropped his hands and looked back at Griffith's face, thinking to tease him for it, but then the odd look was back and it killed the words in his throat. Griffith looked towards the tap. Don Juan could hear the water splashing as it fell down to the bath and as it sloshed over the rim and hit the floor. It had already soaked into his pants where he sat on the edge of the tub and the moisture was wicking up through the rest of his trousers too. Someone ought to turn the tap off. Neither of them were much capable of it; Griffith couldn't handle buttons, and Don Juan had just been admonished not to fall into the tub again.

"Why do you look at me like that?" he asked with real curiosity, though he wasn't sure he expected Griffith to know. He'd said that before: you overestimate how well I understand myself.

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