Angelo leaned against the door when he got to the safety of the bathroom, strands of his voluminous hair damp and sticking to his misted face. He tore off the hoodie but it felt like even the rush of air was uncomfortably hot.
He pulled off his pants, making his way over to the shower. He half-expected Nikolai to follow him right to the bathroom so as not to miss even a moment of the torture. He glanced around despite himself before stepping into the shower, scanning for cameras.
There was none he could see, but he found himself past caring even if there were cameras. He stepped into the shower, making sure the dial was turned all the way down before putting the shower head on.
The cold water was icy relief, it perfectly combated the relentless heat. The reprieve was everything he hoped for, so much so that he lowered himself to a crouch, the shower water falling onto his just-styled hair.