It's very tempting to fall asleep sitting up, the only thing that stops him the gentle nudge of Jayce moving him into position and the pull of his fingers through the tangles in his hair. He leans in and his eyes flutter closed. The water is warm and Jayce's hands are practiced.

"That bed is sounding more appealing every minute."

There's a small smile on his face. It's strained, still, but Viktor is less tense than he was upon their return. When the danger of soap in his eyes has passed, he blinks them open and reaches for a washcloth, lathering it so that he can reach out for Jayce to rub away some of the dirt and grime.

"Much better."