If anyone walked in on them right now, it would probably end up fucking awkward as shit. But, regardless of the fact that this is her brother, Gretel's beyond the point of caring. They've been together for so long, that it really doesn't even matter to her. All they have had, before the kid, before Edward, was just each other.

Her lips purse as she ignores the way his hands feel as they - and the rag, she supposes - move over her skin, a soothing relief spreading through her as the water does what it does best.

"We're a family that watches out for each other."