Francis was being gentle as he dried the other's hair, it was thick and long enough he could spend his time focusing on that and staring into his face as he spoke. They were so close, it was hard to not notice. There was no way to dry it perfectly, not without a comb at last, but it was slowly working it's way.

"Ah, we came in soaking wet and a little drunk. It wasn't a great first impression." He said honestly but his smile didn't fade. "And it's alright. An imperfect first impression can always go up. I rarely make a good first impression." It had been different with Edmund, they were already friends. His hair was already almost dry but he kept working on it, just to keep the motion going. He stared into his eyes and smiled. "You know I'm alright, so hopefully she will too. So it's okay." When the other started to dry him off, he leaned towards him to make it easier and it felt nice to be touched and it wasn't for someone else's dirty needs or his own dirtier desire for positive attention, even if it made him feel dirtier afterwards.

He laughed softly, "We are two men moving our hands over each other to dry them in a very small room. It could get very very weird." His voice dropped just a little because it would be weirder to be over heard. He looked from the door then back as the other man lean to his touch. He slowed his hands as to not disturb him so much as he was aware of the warmth between them. Slowly he lowered the towel and bit back a few comments that welled up. He wanted to suggest undressing to dry easier but that would definitely be too much, or would it? "Do you want me to remove my shirt? It would be easier for you to dry me off." He offered with that usual uncertain chuckle.