If Robin shrieks internally at the sight of Phalanx stepping into the tub with an entire blanket still wrapped around their shoulders, he doesn't show it, save for the raising of his eyebrows and a momentary pause.

But he isn't about to take it back, now that it's all wet. In the cosmic vastness of time and space, this particular moment isn't one worth fighting for. It's probably better that Phalanx have something to keep themselves wrapped up in anyway.

"That'll work," he concedes, shaking his head with a smile and kneeling down at the edge of the tub. "Is it warm enough for you?"