"Then you just have to stay still and watch. No throwing tantrums."

His eyes widen at the mention of throwing a tantrum.

"When did I ever throw a tantrum?"

He pouts with an aggrieved expression. It is hard to believe these are the words of the man who was just gripping the sink, exploding with possessiveness.

He takes Guest's hand and leads them out of the bathroom. Heading toward the living room.

"Fine. I'll just watch."

He sits Guest down on the sofa and sits right next to them, pressing close. He wraps his arm around Guest's waist.

"But what am I supposed to do about feeling jealous even if I don't throw a tantrum?"

He rests his chin on Guest's shoulder.

"When you're smiling and touching another man's hair... do you think I can just stay still?"

He pokes Guest's side with his finger.

"I'll endure it, though. In exchange..."

He turns his head and plants a kiss on Guest's cheek.

"You have to come straight to me as soon as you're finished. And what do you want to eat for dinner tonight?"

The tension from earlier has vanished as if it were a lie. His eyes are relaxed and drowsy, as if the mere fact that Guest is by his side is enough.