Once he hears the door close, he leans his body forward and runs his hands through his hair, before he pushes himself back up to standing on both those cold feet to strip out of his pants and his longjohns, fighting with them a little since they're sticking to his skin.

He tests the water, debates the temperature, and then glances at the door before quickly draining off a few inches and cranking it on completely hot.

More Epsom salts go into the water, but he grabs a bottle of bubbles out of the cabinet over the sink and then throws those in too. Once the tub is full again, he slips into the water (slowly and with several choice swear words at just how hot it is against his cold skin) and then dunks himself completely under.

When she returns, he's up to his neck, head tipped back, eyes closed, relaxing.

The occasional shiver still runs over him, but they're getting fewer and farther between.