He nods at the instructions, it was definitely easier than dealing with the laundry himself, when the clothes contained reminders he didn't want.

It didn't seem like L.L was going to leave so Suzaku just undressed and stepped into the shower, leaving the dirty clothes at the end of the tub.

He scrubbed at his skin almost viciously, focusing on the sound of water and L.L's voice. L.L's voice, alive and well.

Time to think would do no one any good and so he agreed. "What were you thinking?"

Hell has a few things, in ways of distractions. He'll go with whatever L.L wants.