Oh, this is getting unbearable. No matter how hard he tries to ignore it, every touch, every little scratch of Herbert's nails against his scalp, his neck sends a thrill of heat down through him, the breaths his body still needs to take for now coming in low, shuddering thrums.

He just - he can't help it. He feels more hot blooded than he did before, maybe, or maybe there's another reason -

But slowly, trying to be subtle about it, he slides a hand across the bottom of the tub, making his way towards touching. He opens his eyes a little, heavy and half-lidded, face flushed, lips parted and still bleeding, gazing up at Herbert....