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Freeze-dried, that's a good way of putting it. Frozen, thawed, and then refrozen over and over.

[He holds up his fingers as he takes a seat on the edge of Dorian's bed. He's used to this room, after all.]

I don't have feeling in most of the tips of my fingers.

[ In the other room, Dorian winces a little. Yeesh. That sounds awful. ]

There's no way I could massage feeling back into them or anything, could I?

[ He walks back to his room, holding various beauty aids, masks, bottles, etc. as well as a bag of cotton balls. ]

As part of freshening you up, I'm dragging you to my bathroom later. That mustache and beard of yours need a trim. And I'm just the man to do so.

[He chuckles, but doesn't answer his question. No, he couldn't massage the feeling back into them, though it might be lovely to try.

He pauses to run his fingers through his beard.]

It has gotten a little out of control. Are you even able to grow a beard, or does your face stay forever youthful?

I can grow a beard if I wish, [ Dorian shrugs. ] I just don't wish to. I won't lie, I look terrible with facial hair.

Now, the first thing I'm going to give you is a cotton ball with some cleanser on it. Just wipe your face down before I put the face mask on.

Yes, sir.

[When given the cotton ball, he begins to run it along his forehead and cheeks.]

You probably wouldn't look terrible with facial hair. I doubt you could manage looking terrible.

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A little scruff maybe, [ Dorian shrugs. ] But certainly not a full beard.

That's micellar water, by the way. It's a good cleanser to help open everything up. Ideally you'd put the face mask on after a nice, hot shower but I completely forgot to tell you that you can use my shower whenever you want and I doubt you brought a towel or a change of clothes or what have you.

[What the hell does 'open everything up' mean? He stares at the little cotton ball and grimaces at the smudge of dirt left behind.

Ah.]

I...have neglected to bring any of those things, yes. Maybe just this for now.

[Although the thought of a private shower sounds amazing. He hates the inmate bathrooms.]

[ There's a pause before Dorian decides you know what? Fuck it. ]

We're nowhere close to the same size, but I'm sure I can find something of mine that would fit you, even if it's just an old bathrobe. Do you want to take a nice, hot shower?

[...yes. Yes, he very much does.]

If you think you could find me something to wear, I would like that. It's...been a while since I could indulge in a hot shower for longer than a few minutes.

Then go shower, [ Dorian says, without hesitation. ] And take as long as you want and use as much of my products and as much of my hot water as you want—trust me, I've got more. I'll find a robe and leave it outside of the bathroom. We'll return to pampering when you're fully scrubbed down.

All right, all right. Thank you.

[Honestly, how can he refuse such an offer! He removes his boots first and then gets up to amble over to the bathroom.

Once inside he strips down, folds his clothes, and then steps into the shower. It's the height of luxury, and he has to hold in a bit of a groan.]

[ Dorian shoos Crozier off with a grin. Once the other man's out of the room, Dorian pauses for a moment, realizes just what he's done, then flops back on the bed. ]

Get it together, Gray, [ he murmurs. ] You're lonely. That's it. Nothing more.

[ It takes him a moment to find a bathrobe that's a little too big for him—a gift he got ages ago and hasn't thrown out. He moves over to the bathroom, to hang it on the outside handle of the door...only to hear Crozier barely hold in a groan as he does so.

That is not helping.

Dorian hangs the robe on the door handle then immediately goes back to his room to take a few deep breaths and just calm himself. ]

[Crozier indulges in the hot water and steam and luxurious soaps, but makes sure it's not for too long. He's well aware that Dorian is being generous with his space, and he doesn't want to take advantage of it.

Even if it feels really, really, really damn good.

He steps out of the shower and reaches for a towel, poking his head out of the door and glancing at the robe.]

For me, I assume?

[ Dorian distracts himself by flopping on his bed, reading a book. When he hears Crozier's voice, he lowers the book to look at the man: Dorian's lying on his bed, looking at Crozier from an upside down position, head dangling slightly off the edge of his bed. ]

Of course. I think it fits? Tell me if it doesn't, I'll poke around and find something else otherwise.

[He picks it up and slips back into the bathroom. The robe isn't a perfect fit, but it covers what it needs to and he doesn't feel all that silly wearing it. A success by Crozier's standards.

He comes back out of the bathroom feeling about ten years younger.]

You have this soap, rosemary and mint -- I thought my head was on fire at first.

[ Dorian can't help but grin, adjusting his position so that he's sitting cross-legged and upright on the bed as he talks. ]

That one's one of my favorites. As far as I'm concerned, if I can make an experience luxurious or a treat for the senses, I should. And in my opinion, that soap smells absolutely delightful.

[ There's a pause before he admits, ] That's why I have these beauty supplies as well. Technically I don't need a face mask or moisturizer or anything of the sort. My portrait will take on cracked skin or clogged pores in the end. But it feels damn wonderful in the meantime.

[He sits back down beside him, smiling to himself.]

Hedonist.

Mmm and then some, [ Dorian laughs. ] I've got an image to maintain, after all! God forbid anyone assume that I'm 'dull' or 'subtle.'

Oh, I don't think anyone could ever assume that about you. Dull, subtle, or anything in that vein.

I do enjoy flattery, [ Dorian laughs. He pushes himself up from the bed, reaching over to grab a small plastic container of some pink goop. ]

Now, this is the sort of facial mask you peel off. I'll put it on you, then I'll put the rest on my own face. We'll have to wait for...mmm, a half hour or so? Then you get to the fun yet slightly disgusting bit.

[Dryly:] My pores are yours.

[He does smile though, and waits for the application of the goop. No turning back now!]

[ It's as he adjusts his position so that he's practically straddling Crozier, getting close enough so that he doesn't have to reach far to touch the man's face, that Dorian realizes just how this would look to someone coming into the room without any context.

He's just not gonna think about that for the moment! Time to spread some cold pink goop over Crozier's face, taking care not to get it in the man's beard or mustache (that would be kind of gross and sticky).

When the face mask is fully applied, Dorian moves his hands back, ] It's still sticky so don't touch it. It'll feel a bit weird as it dries, but again, it's supposed to feel that way.

[Crozier is also thinking about how this looks, how it feels, how sort of nice it is to be looked after. He smiles and tests out the feeling of the mask on his face, opening his mouth and wriggling his nose.]

Am I beautiful yet?

You're always beautiful, [ Dorian teases, ] just in a slightly frostbitten old man sort of way.

[ He dips his fingers in the goop again before Dorian slathers the rest of it on his face. After all, they were just talking about what a hedonist he is. He wants to feel good as well! ]

I can hope for that much.

[He tries to smile, but it feels really really odd with the mask on.]

Well. Now what do we do?

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