"Fuck," he laughs shakily, eye closed and his body half slumped in the chair, reaching up to close his hand around Neil's wrist. "Okay. Okay, God, just... cut the water off. And toss me a fucking towel."

Getting up feels like it's a few steps beyond him at the moment, but he's sinking back into his own body bit by bit, everything humming pleasantly around the edges.

And... normal. Like it's no big deal.