Eleven catches his glance, and feels the pull of dim recognition reflected in the man's eyes: another person he'd known before, though not well enough to name on sight. Neither did any particular memories surface. There's no undercurrent of ease however, and that's enough to be getting on with.

He dips his head in a nod, eyes cast politely to the floor as he edges toward the bath a respectable distance away. Eleven's hands come up to unwind his robe, hesitate, and reminds himself once more that his secrets no longer matter here. Still, the scarred starburst in the center of his chest betrays more than it should as he sheds his outer layers and sinks into the water up to his collarbone.

Heat crawls through him at once, almost suffocating in its intensity. Eleven hisses, muscles locking before they slowly begin to lax and adjust. He cuts a glance across the water to the other man and works to settle his breathing.

"We.. we knew each other- before."