His eyes still closed, he tips his head back slightly, fitting his throat a little more firmly into the curve of Neil's hand. Like this, every other sensation is magnified: the soft echo of Neil's voice, the warm lapping of the water against his skin, even the pain lingering in his muscles and joints.

It all combines into a delightful sensory cocktail, and he makes a quiet noise of agreement, affirmation. Words seem like too much effort.