Barry knows Derek would never judge him, and there's not an ounce of pity on his face when he strips Barry down, but still Barry has to fight not to curl in on himself. He's always been thin, but now he feels truly pathetic, starved down and mottled in bruises. It doesn't stop him from moaning gratefully when the water starts, and he rests his head against the shower wall and lets Derek direct the spray as he wishes.

He's held himself together well, but in those long days, Barry hadn't been certain he'd ever have this again. "I'm okay," he promises, for he knows what kind of sight he makes when tears begin to slide down his cheeks with the water. "I'm just tired."