"Did that satisfy your research needs, Professor Oby?"
Just a moment of silence - then, Oberyn slapped his shoulder, his face going red.
"I knew you were going to say something stupid."
He crossed his arms and turned away, getting a mouthful of water from the showerhead. He spits it out of his mouth and pouts.
Ezra burst into laughter grabbing the Nephilim and grinning as Oberyn tried to push him away. But he didn't let go, caging him against the slick shower wall.
"Don't act like you didn't enjoy it," Ezra teased, voice low, full of amusement.
Oberyn's blush deepened, but he didn't deny it.
Instead, he sighed, letting his forehead rest against Ezra's shoulder. The tension bled out of him, replaced by a strange, almost drowsy kind of warmth.
Ezra felt that shift immediately.
This wasn't just exhaustion.
This was trust.