Jonathan Sims

Martin does think about it for a few moments, which reassures John that whatever he chooses, it's unlikely to be prompted by any lingering embarrassment, or by concerns that he's encroaching on the limits of how far John is willing to indulge him. So when he decides to pack it in, John just nods, starting to pivot towards the towel rack until Martin arrests him with a hand on his arm, and quietly thanks him.

"Of course," John murmurs, reaching over with his other hand to brush his fingers over Martin's cheek. "Anytime." His smile widens as he gets to his feet, adding, "You wouldn't even have to be ill, honestly." It may be why John offered to help — and why Martin was inclined to accept instead of demurring — but enjoying the excuse to dote on him isn't the same as needing the excuse.

John fetches Martin's towel, then offers him a hand up.