Send in ⁇ for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours while bathing

Eric followed the subtle floral scent through Alan’s flat. He’d come over to check on him – it’d been a few days since the two had really seen each other. “Alan?” He called curiously, nudging the bathroom door open with the toe of his boot. “Where are ye–?" 

He could only stare at the sight before him: Alan, gracefully laid out in a warm bath. His pale skin rosy. Slender legs and soft thighs completely exposed. Everything on display. Each and every inch of skin. 

"S-sorry!” Eric could barely get out an apology before turning on his heel and running straight into the door frame with a loud curse. He slapped his hand over his nose sorely and scrambled out.