It wasn’t long before they were walking into their shared apartment. Harlow set him on his feet, and helped him out of the oversized leather jacket, before getting him settled on one of the teal couches in the living room.
The human then walked to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge.
Cracking one open, Harlow handed it to Foxx. He took it, clutching it tightly to himself when he almost dropped it.
“Ugh…” Foxx huffed. “This is stupid.”
“You are still pretty fucking weak right now, aren’t you?” Harlow mused as he opened the other bottle of water and chugged it down.
Foxx glared.
“Don’t get pouty. The doctor warned us that you’d have very little strength these first few days.”
“You going to take care of me, old man?”
“Yes, brat. Is there anyone else here to do it?” Harlow asked with a snort.
The human grabbed the bag off his lap and pulled out his pill bottle. Harlow appeared to squint closely at it for a bit before popping the lid, shaking out two pills and handing them over.
With a shaky hand, Foxx tossed them in his mouth and then swallowed them down with water.
“You done with your water?” the man asked.
He nodded. Harlow took the bottle of water from him and drank the rest of it down, before taking both empties and tossing them into the recycle bin.
“Come, let’s get to bed,” Harlow said with a yawn as he scooped Foxx back up.
Foxx yawned as well. He didn’t say anything as Harlow carried him upstairs.
Entering the room they generally shared together, Harlow paused and asked, “Do you want…a bath?”
“You literally forced the nurses to give me one before we left. Why are you even asking?” Foxx snapped in irritation.
Ugh, just thinking of the sponge bath added another layer of pissed off to his mood. Especially, as Harlow had just stood there and watched the nurse give it to him.
“I figured you might want one after the long drive,” the human stated, standing there still holding him, his expression blank.
Foxx frowned and thought about it. “Well…since it would just be another sponge bath, and I don’t think I even have anything like that in my house, maybe…could you…” he trailed off, face heating.
Harlow stared down at him. “Spit it out. What do you want?”
“Could you wash my hair?” Foxx asked, his cheeks heating further. “It feels gross.”
“It looks gross, too.”
“Gee, thanks…” Foxx glared.
“Welcome.” Harlow chuckled. “But, no worries. I’ll wash it for you, brat.”
* * *
Wearing only boxers,Harlow crouched there in the large tub as he ran his hands and the conditioner through Foxx’s black curls. He’d found a stool just the right height to sit Foxx on so the vampire could rest his head back over the edge of the tub.
Foxx let out a soft snore. Leaning forward, Harlow smirked at finding the vampire was fast asleep. The smirk slipped when he noticed how pale Foxx looked. Did he need more blood? He supposed Foxx would have said something if he’d been hungry…
Ah, fuck, he didn’t know. Maybe he should…pick up a vampire anatomy book or something.
He shook the ridiculous thought away and quickly rinsed out the conditioner. Snagging one of the two towels he’d placed on the floor next to the tub, he ran it over Foxx’s hair. Tossing it aside, he grabbed the other towel and dried himself off. That done, Harlow stood and stepped out of the tub.
