The room was quiet but not empty. Spencer lay curled against you, skin still warm, breath starting to even out. You carded your fingers gently through his hair, slow and grounding, and felt him hum — almost soundless — into your chest.

“You okay?” you whispered.

He nodded. “Yeah. Just… still floating.”

You smiled, kissed the top of his head. “Good. Stay there a little longer.”

After a minute, you coaxed him up, guiding him to the bathroom. The lights were dim, the water warm. You helped him ease into the tub, sliding in behind him, arms wrapped around his chest. He let himself lean back fully, head resting on your shoulder.

You washed his hair slowly, rinsing out the tension. Pressed kisses to the damp curve of his neck. Held him while the water cooled around you, until his fingers finally relaxed over yours.

“You’re always so gentle,” he said, voice rasping through steam.

“I love you soft,” you said. “I love all of you. But the softness… that’s mine.”

He turned his face slightly into your neck, eyes fluttering shut. “Then keep it.”