Matthew rests more and more of his weight against Bennet's chest as his lover continues to wash his hair, any lingering tension at the strangeness of their situation disappearing in the familiarity of wet fingers in his hair, and the exhaustion in his bones.

"We can go to Leman Street..." he muses out loud, voice slurring as he tries desperately not to fall asleep where he sits in the water. "Tomorrow, maybe. See what you remember there."