She'll have to remember, in the morning, when he's ready to hear it, what a genius he was. Suggesting bed to stretch out. Insisting she skip clothes she would've gotten damp right away as he leans on her.

But now her focus is entirely on looking after him. On getting him dried off as best she can, drawing a towel over him while holding him up.

"Okay to the bedroom now," and she draws his arm across her shoulders. "Ready?"