"It does," breathes Barry, scraping his tongue over his teeth in wonder. Derek's taken his pain, and he knows it's the only reason he's standing upright, so Barry is careful of his ribs, accepting the water with his good hand. He rinses his mouth and gets a little dizzy watching it swirl down the drain, so Barry looks back at Derek instead.

He very carefully doesn't look at himself in the mirror. "Bed now?" he asks, eager for the false protection of Derek's comforter. God, it feels good to be here. It's not Barry's place, but it's Derek's home, and in these short months Barry's come to think of him in much the same way. Barry smiles a little. "You know, this isn't exactly how my shower fantasy with you goes."