Recently, Miles has broken his arm. He doesn’t need help with anything really. He can change, eat, work just fine.

But he’s always been joking about you giving him a sponge bath. At first, when you genuinely asked him if you could, he was shocked, but after some serious thought, he couldn’t help but say sure.

He didn’t think it would be like this. Splayed out in the soapy bath, with you behind him detangling his hair.

“I feel like a prince.” He murmurs.