The cold shower water washed over Ozai's grimy body. The prison allotted only two minutes for him to clean himself, not to mention that the water was freezing cold, so he washed up quickly.
That was when the soap slipped from his grip. He cursed under his breath and leaned over to grab it. His time was already running out, and he didn't want to waste any more of it.
Before he could close his fingers around it, a hand was already beneath his. He looked up to meet the kind golden eyes of Steve, his favorite former palace guard. They shared a longing gaze, then Ozai pulled his hand away. Their fingers brushed again as Steve passed him the soap.
"Here you are, my lord," Steve said with a winning smile that made Ozai smile, too.
"Thank you, Steve," he replied. "You're always there for me."