[Hm. Something about this situation pings him as familiar. Not the specifics at all but... Somehow he has a sinking feeling in his stomach. Not entirely bad, but you don't go through life being easily flustered and not attract a lot of bullies. Loving bullies. Bullies he misses with all his heart right now.

His chest clenches a little painfully and he tries to focus on the current dilemma. He could turn around and hand the towel over, take the situation seriously, that would be the polite thing. Give the stranger whose shower he has invaded the benefit of the doubt and not chuck a towel at him.

He sighs, carefully turning around and putting his free hand over his eyes, continuing to hold the towel out, but now you know, with a longer stretch since it's not blindly being thrust behind him, it's now blindly being thrust in front of him instead.]

For the record I'm not drying you off.