[He is the most pathetic, saddest boy. He shook but he is still wet. Josh save him. Josh. Save him, Josh, he's cold. The towel will be taken so gratefully and he begins to briskly rub himself down, trying to dry as much off as possible.]

God yer b- a lifesaver. [Oops almost called him beautiful, can't do that, can't scare him away. His tail wags as he dries down, before his tongue lolls out happily in a pant.]

I think that should be aight. Prolly should hit up the inn an' sit near the ... the fire place. [Grimace.] Dry up the rest of the way. How you doin', by the way? I know you mostly whole but like... do you gotta eat now?

[Focus on his not-husband, ponder him. Nakedly.]