Jamie's hands on Jon are like electricity with the way the vibrations are sparking through him. He barely suppresses a moan as he's pulled. It's not far.

"Just here. Over here." His steps lurch a bit, and he clings to Jamie as they go, uncertain he's got his feet fully under him on the short journey. It's through a door in the breakroom into a small bathroom.

Everything in the place is clean, but the light is low and doesn't fully illuminate the corners of the small space. The shower is just a raised square or porcelain in the floor with a white curtain around it. There's a shelf with shampoo and soap in there and a towel wrack nearby.

As soon as they're in the door, Jon lets go of Jamie and starts tugging his clothes off, turning away as he does so. Modesty ought to be dead given the circumstances, but it's instinct more than anything.