Holden, freshly showered and hearing Ariana's voice, opened the door with only a towel around his waist.

Ariana, soup in hand, stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of him.

Water dripped from Holden's damp hair down to his collarbone, tracing his well-toned muscles before vanishing into the towel.

Blushing, Ariana quickly pulled herself together and offered him the soup. "Have some soup to warm up."

Holden gave her a warm smile, sniffled, and rested his head on her shoulder, playfully complaining, “My head is killing me, but I can't seem to find any medicine. Could you help me look for it?"