[ She keeps her eyes squeezed shut as the water runs, letting him get to work. It’s awkward—the angle, the hunch, the way some of her hairs snag between his fingers. Water trickles into her ears, and she grimaces. Yeah, she’s glad she doesn’t have to wash her hair in the sink anymore. ]

Notice anything? [ Louder than necessary. Hey, cut her some slack! There’s water in her ears! ]