No Hot Water Harley Dean -

He rips the shower curtain back, half the rings snapping off. He turns the sink on. Cold. He holds his hands under the stream, then splashes his face. The shock of it forces a gasp from his chest.

No Hot Water, Harley Dean

He stands up, removes his leather jacket for the first time in what feels like months, and hangs it on the back of the bathroom door. He pulls off his shirt. His torso is soft, covered in faded tattoos that have blurred like old memories. no hot water harley dean