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Jerry had showered maybe once since their return. He had been wary of the communal showers back when they weren't in close confined spaces, but now? It had been a nightmare. Thankfully, it had been an odd hour where most people were at lunch or up above ground on call, and for once, he had had the shower space to himself.

His hair was really getting untidy. His grandmother was probably rolling in her grave.

For a brief, whisper-induced moment, he had the mental image of her crawling out of said grave. He dropped the comb.

It had been tricky, getting the hang of standing and tending to his cleanliness with his weakened leg, but he got it done and had limped into the area they had set up benches to dress quickly in case anyone came in. He had gotten as far as the sweat pants he had taken to wearing under his jump suit, and was just lacing up his leg brace again when the voice called in.

His blood went cold. "Ah... H-hello? I'm... I'm j-just finishing!" He called back, hurrying with the laces around his thigh.

"Ah... I'm... I'm w-woo-wearing pants, if that's what you're worried about, ahahahahaha..." A shave, huh? He scratched at his chin. It was uncomfortable, but his hands were still too shaky to tend to it himself. His scars especially made it tricky. "If... if you're up for it?"

"Woo-working on it!" Jerry called, finishing with his leg brace before scrambling to pull his undershirt on. It just barely covered the mess of scars across his back that made his face look like nothing. "Alright... alright decent!"

Jerry's face went red as he wobbled to sit once more on the bench, "Ah... I s-suppose here is as fine as anywhere? There's w-water just over there... not terribly hot, but..." He shifted to dig through his jumpsuit and coat beside him until he pulled out the little black bag, unzipping it to find what he needed, "I ah... d-don't look that bad do I?" Rin's concern was still echoing in his head.

"My hands are... are still a little sh-shaky. I um. T-tried my guitar again earlier. My ah... coordination is a little um. Still a little off. Er... someone... said something to me earlier... if you're up for it? Um... this ch-cheek is um. T-tricky but they're ah... thick so I don't think it'd hurt me if you ah... slip. Um. If we d-don't do it now, I'll p-probably have a f-full beard by the time we m-move back above ground, ahahahaha..." He smiled weakly, flushing a bit at the comment about his hair.

"Gram always used to make sure it n-never touched my ears." He reached to fidget with the mop on his head as well. Still wet and without the dry fluff, it was sad to see his hairline had been creeping backward on either side of his widow's peak. At least growing it out seemed to cover it up a bit, to his relief.

Stress, he had told himself, at least he wasn't going gray.

"Ah.. n-nothing so fancy..." He pulled out one of the disposables they were provided, and the generic can of lather as well as his electric razor. The electric was nice in the mornings, and quick before his scarring- the disposable was better at getting in all the tricky corners that still collected hair. He laughed weakly, "I n-never had to shave my grandmother at least."

"What's hoMFFGAAH!" He flailed, but remained seated.

It was indeed hot.