[ Marcel steps in behind him and immediately, the space feels loaded, the way it always does between the two of them. Not just in the purely physical sense of proximity but with expectancy, too. The notion of forward-motion, the need for it. They're eager to get from the present to the future, it's how they've been since the very beginning, incapable of standing still for any prolonged period of time and right now, as always, Marcel's waiting for his cue. Jean Louis glances over the small shelf lining the back of the stall, gaze jumping from shampoo to salt scrub to - yes. Soap. The practical things, first.

He grabs the container and puts it on the floor by his feet, within grabbing distance. It's only mildly scented, something clean and un-fruity, it'll do. Grabbing a cloth from the rag as well, he turns towards the other man and steps closer, almost enough to line up their naked bodies. Not quite enough, though their knees are brushing, along with their toes. Marcel looks even worse up close, blood rushing down his face. His nose looks busted. Eyebrow, cut. Lip as well. His right eye's swollen shut. And that's just starting from the fucking top.

Eyes narrowing again, he exhales harshly and squares his jaw. ]

Don't move.

[ With that, he curls his free hand against the side of Marcel's face, fingers digging in slightly to keep his face angled forward. Like this, he's close enough to close that final bit of distance between their bodies, their thighs pressed together along with their crotches, fronts. It's just how these things progress, naturally and necessarily. With the other hand, he wets the cloth and starts dapping at Marcel's face, going from his eyebrow and cleaning out the cut to the uneven line of his nose, making sure not to actively rattle whatever fractures might be there. He's watching his own handiwork critically all the while, gaze snapping back and forth across the other man's features. Slowly but surely, he recognises Marcel in fragments and glimpses, though the patchwork of violence gets clearer too as an inevitable consequence. ]