Can't imagine why. [there's some halfhearted attempts to bat her away because hE CAN DO IT but then he realizes he doesn't quite have the energy to do anything other than accept that no, no he can't. so there's only a little bit of a huff before he lets her help him, shrugging himself out of the shirt with a bit of a wince.
yes, he's sore. shoulders, mostly, from trying to wrench himself free from everything. he'd just as soon take a hot bath as a shower. however, the nearest lotion's in the bathroom; since Harley's made use of it before, she might remember seeing it.
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yes, he's sore. shoulders, mostly, from trying to wrench himself free from everything. he'd just as soon take a hot bath as a shower. however, the nearest lotion's in the bathroom; since Harley's made use of it before, she might remember seeing it.
lying down will work for now, though.]