I know that! That's why I offered to use the towel. [He bristles, feeling somewhat attacked when he was trying to be conscientious. Was it his tone? The way he had said it? Or was it Taryon's fault for misunderstanding--

--Wait, no, don't start thinking like that. It's a touchy subject, even if one is trying to be understanding when it's typically not one's strength.

Quietly, he watches him tinker with the tub.]

Oh, thank the gods you're here, I would not have known what to do here. What's wrong with a proper, comprehensible faucet?