The water was warm as it cascaded down upon him, drenching his hair and parts of his shirt. A hand held onto the wall, keeping his balance as Mina kissed him, while the other started working at the buttons of his oxford shirt.

He needed this, needed to have his mind both distracted and comforted from everything bottling up inside. He had friends and had people he could collaborate with, but there was something about Mina that allowed him to stop and calm down.

Peeling off the half wet shirt and tie, quickly followed by his trousers, there was little delay in having the Doctor standing just before Mina in the shower, dark eyes locked with hers. Words went unspoken and perhaps his expression was unreadable until he finally placed a hand flat against the wall beside her and tipped her chin upwards with the other, coaxing her back for a kiss.