There hasn't been a lot of time or space for weakness. For letting himself do a lot of leaning. So he sighs, fits himself against Neil's body, starts toward the bathroom at something that isn't that far from a stagger.

"You gonna get me naked, too?" There's a ghost of lasciviousness there, but only just. Fucking of any variety feels entirely beyond him. He can't imagine himself capable of much more than leaning against Neil under the warm spray, feeling both of them breathe.