The hair had come as a bit of a shock because Hunter noticed that the water wasn't running any dye off at all. Jack was a natural red head, fancy that. It made the singer smile as he pressed a kiss to his lover's neck and then stepped back a little to admire the lithe beauty of Jack's body.

But the bruises and marks on his skin had Hunter gasping and holding a hand up to his mouth in shock almost. Oh god. The bastards had hurt him. Bruises and a fucking and mark against his hip bone. The other places too.

"I'm so sorry, love. Look what those fucking bastards have done to you---"

Without another word, the blond was pulling Jack in for a hug, not crushing but one that was long and meaningful. Hunter nuzzling into the crook of Jack's neck, sighing and wishing he could magic away the hurt and pain the man had endured. To cleanse his battered body from those ugly marks. How could anyone do this? Jack was a fucking human being! Breaking off, the Swede looked up at Jack with his large puppy-dog brown eyes and almost sniffed. It was sad and it hurt Hunter.

"You don't deserve to be treated like this, Jack. Surely, there is another way. If I find whoever did this to you I'll rip their balls off and shove them down their throats."

He moved to pepper kisses down Jack's right arm, just enjoying the soft patter of water against their bodies.