[He lets the sound of Morgan undressing settle into the background. The water feels nice, and the buzzing in his chest and gut slowly die with every careful knead of his palms against his knees.

By the time Morgan slips into the water, the redness over Barrett's complexion has lessened, though he still lifts a hand to give a shaky "so-so" waggle with his palm.]

I'll be okay. It was, uh... more than I was expecting. Still feel kind of buzzy. But... my wings feel a lot better.

Thank you.

[He glances over, eyes catching the towel with a breathy sound of a laugh from his lips and into his chest, head tilting back a little.]

You didn't have to.