His eyes closed, the combination of hand strokes and soapy water that ensured he would be clean, that is after he came across that hand and palm in a filthy mess, which was of course the only way that this could end; his spine turned to the waves against Alex as he undulated, his head turning to fit against a neck, a jawline as he found himself needing something stable to hold onto.

"It is slippery, I hope you are prepared to keep me from falling." But only in the most basic way, the soul crushing way having to do with hearts? That was an unkindness that he would keep to himself-- he was already laying naked on the floor and deliriously in love with Alex.