Sunday Six: Guardian snippet (still no title I want to share)

Just squeaking in this Sunday Six Sentence (which I haven't had much chance to write this week, which has been driving me slowly insane, but on the other hand it feels so good to be wanting to write again!)(...meanwhile this draft is at 14.5K and nowhere near done and did I mention that it was supposed to be maybe 5K, what is wrong with me, why are these chars like this??):

Shen Wei was standing under the shower, arms braced against the wall. His eyes were closed, his head tipped back into the water.

He was still fully dressed, soaked shirt and trousers clinging to his body, so they didn't conceal the shivers, fine tremors running through his shoulders, his extended arms.

"Shen Wei?" Zhao Yunlan said, over the water. When Shen Wei didn't react, Zhao Yunlan swore and leapt forward to shut it off.

Just sticking his hands under the shower long enough to reach the tap hurt--it wasn't just turned all the way to cold; there were icicles collecting on the showerhead, frost patterns spread over the metal. When Zhao Yunlan wrenched the tap off, it was with the crackling of breaking ice.