Your hands are warm against him. “Thank you,” Leon says quietly, closing his eyes. He’s fully capable of washing himself, his injuries from his recent mission aren’t that severe. Still, it feels nice to have you taking care of him.

His chest is warm as you wash his back. He’s never been treated this gently. Didn’t really expect to be treated with the softness you do. Leon leans into your touch, remaining quiet—because he doesn’t know what to say.