Your hands are warm against him. “Thank you,” Clive says quietly, closing his eyes. He’s fully capable of washing himself, his injuries 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. Never wanted to be treated with the softness you do. Clive leans into your touch. “Thank you,” he says again, because he doesn’t have the heart to say “I love you.”