The shaking doesn't rouse him, but the command does. Heine sits up, gets out of bed. Come is still on the insides of his thighs, and a little more drips out down his leg as he walks to the bathroom at a slow pace.

Cleaning up doesn't take too long. He stands in the bath to wash up, dries with a towel, and goes back out to... put his clothes back on, of course. After pulling his shirt and pants back on the weight is even better, more distributed. Socks and shoes go on last, and he stands there, quiet, looking at the wall. He feels more put together when he isn't so exposed. Safer. He feels calm and safe, if a bit tired, when he doesn't have to think.