This is the most intimate Lydia and Matt have been without being joined physically in the heat of a moment. It's weird how something as simple as washing one another's hair can feel like that. She supposes it helps, of course, that they're in the shower, but there's a certain level of trust too, maybe, that comes with being in the shower with someone, having your eyes closed and letting them come near your face with something that could burn your eyes if they aren't careful enough.

But really, Lydia thinks a lot of that intimacy comes from the fact that this is a quiet moment where they're loving one another without saying a word. Or at least, she's loving him. She's not sure if that feeling goes both ways.

A moment later, she's finished and she's guiding him beneath the water, moving her fingers through wet hair and over his forehead to keep the soap away from his eyes as she rinses the shampoo out. Once again, the sentiment she fears almost bubbles up and out of her before she can stop it, but she bites it back while she's still rinsing his hair of the shampoo suds and guides him back out from under the spray when she's finished. "What do you say we finish up in here ourselves and then we go get dirty again in bed before we fall asleep?" she asks playfully, knowing that he'll know what she means by that.