Sawyer doesn’t argue. He feels exhausted. He just lightly rubs his fingertips over the others arm in a nonsensical pattern until Bishop picks him up. He doesn’t have to question where they’re going. As they leave the mess and clothes behind he is glad at the idea of getting clean. He’d had to stay dirty too often and he didn’t like the feeling of it lingering on his skin.

He wonders if Bishop had sensed it, that he would want to clean up or maybe Bishop is the same way… he’ll ask him sometime when he has more courage. For now, his eyes follow his mate, as he gets the shower ready. Never losing contact completely and there’s some sense of security in that.

“Thank you,” Sawyer says softly and when it looks like the water is ready he gets in, pulling the other by the hand to join him.