Sulu nodded and dialed in a temperature lower on his scale of comfort, but not low enough to be considered cool by any measure. Or even lukewarm. If it was too hot, he could easily adjust it with a touch of a button, after all.

The shower spray came on and Sulu stepped back to toe off his shoes, then climb out of his wet, sandy and pollen-covered jeans, tossing them on top of his shirt, not worrying about whether their laundry was getting tangled up together. It really wasn't like they weren't all filthy. Though, the closer they got to actually getting into the shower, the more Sulu started to realize just how beat up he was. They had, after all, run through a forest, jumped off a cliff, swam for who knew how far, and then gotten into even more exhausting activities. He was a little surprised he was still standing - but he imagined some of the adrenaline from the day, mixed with the medication he'd taken, was keeping him up and running. Thankfully.