"So you'll wash my hair and then climb back in?" It is fun to joke around, but it can't be the same. There's always something in his heart that holds him back.

And it still pulls him between being happy and being scared when he sees her eyes start to close again. Maybe they should just change the water now. That would probably make him feel better even if it won't change how her skin is the same lukewarm as the water. He caresses her jaw with the back of his fingers. "I really love your hair..." he confesses quietly.