Jonathan Sims

That might be the first proper laugh John's coaxed out of Martin since he woke up, and John grins outright, propping his elbow on the tub and his chin in his hand. Seems the bath is already doing some good.

He isn't quite sure how much Martin intends to get clean and how much he just wants to soak and enjoy the steam, but it isn't long before Martin opens his eyes and makes a rather ineffectual batting motion in the general direction of the shampoo. John sits up a bit straighter, tsking in sympathy, then twists round to fetch the bottle.

He's halfway to passing it over when he hesitates, considering both Martin's stated exhaustion and the evident listlessness pervading his every movement. "Would you like some help?" he asks carefully, setting the shampoo down within easier reach. Canting his head toward the now accessible bottle, he adds, "Besides just this, I mean."