Ganymede only smiled at him, and took the basket back from him, finding himself a washing machine and starting to set things up for himself.

"Maybe not. Some people...think it's my fault, though. Or that maybe I should be ashamed that I enjoy it. But.." he shrugged. He bit his lip for a moment, and realized he was holding onto a pair of pink boxer shorts, before tossing them quickly in with the rest of the wash.

"I don't really think too much of myself, sometimes."