Jason leaned back against the bathtub, sighing slowly. He felt you move his neck or his head when you rubbed the washcloth. Your hands were as warm as the water, and they pulled the same effect, soothing his aching muscles when you massaged him gently, careful not to mess with any sensitive scar or wound.

His eyes rolled neatly, following you as if you were a target but in a less obsessive way. Just kind of appreciating you for this stuff, wishing you could see the comfort it caused on him, Jason guessed it was visible that he's not as calm with someone else, but it's something very specific he feels when you are all attentive with him, doesn't even makes him feel pitied.

He ignored the red tint that stained the water but focused on the fragrance of the soap and closed his eyes once more, breathing quietly.