[He nodded, then covered his mouth as he coughed a little. It wasn't anywhere near as harsh as hers earlier; his flu like symptoms were more minor. More of the congested and sore throat type. Then as if the cough had triggered it, he wiped at his nose again with the half-used napkin he'd left by the sink.

When she turned away, he took that as enough of a mood changer to turn away also - turning the tap back on. How could he have gotten so hot again so quickly?]

Like a prison?

[Sephiroth went about dousing his face, the back of his neck and the top of his chest with cold water again. Occasionally taking a drink as well from cupped hands.]