"You collect a few things over the years," Rip says, shedding his coat and tossing it onto the neatly-done bed and its white sheets. "I received holiday gifts as well, doctor."
But true enough, he does leave, and if Ray chooses to stand from his chair and look about, that's his prerogative. There really, truly isn't anything of interest, though-- even Rip's closet houses just the same nondescript grey shirt and more of his absurd trousers.
The bath he ends up drawing for Ray, kept at a consistent, warm temperature for his muscles, has both salts and bubbles. The salts, Rip imagines, ought to help with his pain. The bubbles just seem like a typical Ray Palmer sort of thing, as far as Rip knows about him.
He'll have to make a trip to the fabricator to create new clothes for him, but that can wait. The first order of business is leading Ray into the bathroom instead.
"Would you like me to leave you alone?" he asks once Ray's by the tub. It's a terribly private thing, a man's bath. Rip is sure Ray's already suffered enough humiliation.
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But true enough, he does leave, and if Ray chooses to stand from his chair and look about, that's his prerogative. There really, truly isn't anything of interest, though-- even Rip's closet houses just the same nondescript grey shirt and more of his absurd trousers.
The bath he ends up drawing for Ray, kept at a consistent, warm temperature for his muscles, has both salts and bubbles. The salts, Rip imagines, ought to help with his pain. The bubbles just seem like a typical Ray Palmer sort of thing, as far as Rip knows about him.
He'll have to make a trip to the fabricator to create new clothes for him, but that can wait. The first order of business is leading Ray into the bathroom instead.
"Would you like me to leave you alone?" he asks once Ray's by the tub. It's a terribly private thing, a man's bath. Rip is sure Ray's already suffered enough humiliation.