Archer’s POV
I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and rubbing it over my wet hair before wiping the water off my body and throwing it into the washing basket in the corner.
Grabbing my clean boxers, I pulled them on, followed by the t-shirt and sweatpants, staring at myself in the mirror, surprised that the man looking back at me wasn’t twisted with confusion like I felt.
Rummaging under the sink, I pulled out a new toothbrush and some toothpaste, not willing to return to my room just yet to use my own toothbrush to brush my teeth.
Staring at myself as I scrubbed my teeth I shook my head, silently berating my reflection before spitting into the sink and swilling the brush.
Placing it in the small cup beside the basin, I straightened up and grabbed my clothes, heading back out
