The water shut off after what seemed like a brisk shower, and the door opened shortly after that. Holden's voice immediately called out, "If you're modest you'll probably want to turn around," before stepping out with only a towel held loosely around his waist. Given the natural tendency for human beings to look in the direction which they hear noise, Izzy couldn't help but get an eyeful. Holden was very lean, very lithe. Not like Trevor who kept in shape purely as part of his "perfect student" persona (he said something before about a healthy body and a healthy mind). Holden had been an athlete, trained trained as one, and the difference was readily apparent in the sharp definition of his muscles. The glisten of the water still clinging to him added to the ethereal of his presence. Izzy remembered a bit of what Riley had said earlier. More beautiful. More fragile.

Still, Izzy whipped around to face the opposite direction of Holden, and the path she assumed he would take to get to his clothes. Holden stepped gingerly around the bed, and Izzy heard his towel drop as he rummaged through one of his drawers. "Riley said clean clothes. You think he means white clothes? All of my boxers are plaid." Another excruciating moment passed before he said, "You can turn around now."

Despite saying so, he was still only in his boxer shorts, and Izzy turned back to the wall. He must have been having difficulty picking out what to wear, as she heard him pull out an article of clothing, put it on, and then take it back off several times. Eventually Holden broke the silence with what he considered to be smalltalk.

"Trevor... You have a crush on him right? Unrequited love?"