I heard a shriek from upstairs this morning, and rushed to investigate.

Abel was in the shower. I have never seen him scared of water before, so I worriedly asked what was wrong.

It appeared that the cold weather of the last few days tempted both of us to have hot baths rather than showers, and so the temperature settings on the shower remained the same as during my reformatory birching scene.

That is, not quite freezing, but still pretty damn cold.

Did he notice this before turning on the water? No, he didn’t.

Awww.

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