Once in the warm water, he almost immediately relaxed. It was those nice moments alone where he could think and be assured that Erik wouldn't come walking in. He did respect Charles' privacy, at the very least. He cleaned himself a little, checking himself more thoroughly for any cuts or bruises that he wouldn't have felt. His skin became a shade of red that he expected because of the rapid changes in temperatures.

He didn't decide to talk to Erik, really, figuring it would be best for both of them if he didn't. Once he was sure he was clean, he decided, then, to call for Erik. Not that he particularly enjoyed having to request constant help, but he needed it right now. Some activities just weren't as well suited to someone who was in a wheelchair to do independently (certainly getting in and out of a bathtub was one of them). "Erik," he said. It wasn't a shout, but it was loud enough for him to hear outside of the door.