Jayce rinses off his hair, making certain his eyes are covered again first, and keeps stroking his fingers through the strands after he probably needs to. He just likes it. Who would ever want to bathe alone again when you can have this?

"As much as I love lingering in the bath with you, you look like you're going to fall asleep any second, love."

Jayce knows that the moment his head hits the pillow and he curls up with Viktor, he'll be out. It is easy to lull when feeling comfortable like this. He is getting cleaner by the minute and he takes the washcloth once Viktor is done with him. It goes fast when they both want it to, although another time he would probably encourage them to stay where they are. When things are better, when grief isn't hanging over everything. He leans forward to kiss Viktor's cheek and sits up, curling an arm around him to hold him close.

Whenever Viktor lets him steal affection, and he does most of the time, he does so, it's soothing. "We're good enough, sweetheart, let's get to bed." They can worry about every speck being gone tomorrow, when they have to do it all over again. He releases Viktor and offers him a hand so he can use it to stand. Jayce could literally just lift him and carry him to the bed, and he is tempted, but knows Viktor would grumble about it.