The first thing Lizzie did after imagining Leo's huge body inside that small shower cabin for far longer than necessary for innocent amusement was to change the sheets. Even the ones underneath, the waterproof ones.

If a man's first thought, even when starving, was to take a shower, it could only mean one thing, she knew, as she microwaved water for some mashed potato powder extracted out of an envelope. The other half of his nutritious meal would be army issued goulash from a can. Since she was already working, she made two of everything. She would eat too.

His need for cleanliness meant he thought there was a possibility to get something more out of their arrangement. He wanted to be prepared.

When he got out, in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top that she had no idea how he put on in that small bathroom, he effortlessly demonstrated why he was so confident that would happen. He had a strong build with lean muscular arms framing his body, making the sleeveless shirt brighter.

She had to give it to him. "I'm gonna take a shower, too."

He nodded, back to her, as he searched through deodorants taken out of his backpack. The ink on his back stretched out from under his shirt, in a pattern that meant nothing, without seeing it all. Flames, maybe? Lizzie took a towel out of the last two clean ones.

It was difficult to take a shower in a bathroom where there was only room for one person standing up, even for her five-foot-five frame. That was because the already small space had been split into two bathrooms, divided by a carton wall, in full contrast with Dale's futuristic rainwater filtering system. He had decided to separate the toilet and sink from the shower, so both of them were now unusable for anyone larger than Dale. And Cat Man, who could apparently fit any box.

Lizzie hurried through her shower, the whole bathroom smelling like man shampoo. Stray hairs stuck in the drain, mostly hers, now embraced with darker ones. She unwrapped a razor from a shelve and made sure her legs were smooth. Just in case, her solo tanning sessions only needed minimal maintenance. Just when she was about to exit, she had to exhale in defeat and turn the shower back on for a new, more extensive grooming session.

Finally done, squeaky clean, she took a basketball shirt over her black underwear and nothing else.

He was in bed, not moving, a logo from the monitor dancing on his body. Probably couldn't figure out how to put something on. He had eaten both dinners, she noticed with a smile.

She took her time connecting the laptop to the monitor, she hadn't done that in a while, preferring the laptop display. Thinking of where to sit, after she would be done with that. She put on the SF series she mindlessly let fill her backgrounds, most of the nights.

In a parallel line to his body laying with his head turned aside, asleep, she sat on the outer side of the bed, than laid next to him, leaving as much space between them as possible.

In minutes, Lizzie was asleep too.