Once they're all undressed, he rests his hands on her shoulder and kisses her hair, before getting into the shower, testing the temperature.

"It's nice and warm," he says, mostly talking to fill the silence and to ground her in the moment. "Let me wash your hair?" he asks, taking the shampoo bottle.

It's been a long time since his help was necessary, but he's done it a few times since then, just for the same of intimacy and gentle caring for each other. An excuse to touch each other, not that they really need it.