"Doin' so good, Pony, doin' real good now," Curly's words, now in English, were rough and quiet as the shower continued, they didn't think it would be a good idea to do this with a full bathtub, especially not with how Ponyboy had been held down in the damn fountain, so running a shower was the next best thing they could think of.
"I can't, I can't, Curly, Curly," Ponyboy's voice broke on his second call of Curly's name, and Curly cut the water as a sob broke from Ponyboy's chest and his body began to shake; the towel was wrapped around Ponyboy who was shaking and pressing himself against Curly's chest, and he would normally complain about his clothes being wet but it was Ponyboy so he didn't care; Besides, Curly supposed that pushing Ponyboy backward into the spray might have been a bit much.