It felt so strange, stepping into Otto’s bathroom. His private space. In here, everything smelled like sycamore and soap. Caulin left the lights off and the door ajar, so he could find the shower knob, but not see himself.
Alright, I decided to try and tough out the rest of this book because it energizes me to hate with abandon. my first wtf about this paragraph is, of course, how baffling this comment is when Otto has fucked you in his shower before. do we not recall? and also, the last thing I want to remember is that you shower in the dark you freakazoid
