"What are you doing now?" Silvia's nosy voice came again and Nikolai considered tossing his phone out the window.
"Putting him in the bathtub," He replied without inflection, heading back to the room to pick up Angelo.
His skin burned to the touch, strands of his long hair damply sticking to his flushed face. Nikolai focused on the tousled black hair, there was simply nowhere else safe enough to look.
Angelo made quiet sounds of discomfort as he lifted him, and it brought his attention to the Omega's round lips each time. He managed it into the bathroom in one piece, feeling like a perfume bottle had been dunked over his head.
Angelo hissed when he was placed in the tub, he had been out of it even while he was being carried, his head lolling to the side, his hands hanging limply down. But now, he clung to Nikolai, the shock of the water forcing his eyes open.
"It's cold," He complained, his grip on the Alpha's sweater tight.