Eliot had guessed as much but he thought it wouldn't hurt to ask and hoped to be surprised. But regardless, it was good to see Sam was able to relax despite his condition and Eliot was almost reluctant to let him go when he pulled away.

Eliot followed Sam up, face stern when he saw the man's difficulty with the towel. "Yeah," Eliot answered, stepping up behind Sam, "Lemme."

He made short work of toweling off Sam's hair, then carefully padded his back dry too. The bleeding seemed to have stopped while they were in the water, as impossible as that seemed, but it meant Sam was healing and Eliot knew it was a good sign. Only when Sam was taken care of did Eliot make quick work to dry himself as well. Save it felt strange, that Sam was injured while he remained unscathed this time.

Looking up, enjoy realized that by the time he was done, Sam had already moved to the bed. He followed, feeling awkward but a sense of relief as well. It would be nice to have a bed under him again, even if it was for only one night. "So how does this work?"