Celeste stood, accepting the towel distractedly. She was staring at him instead. "I feel better. A lot better, actually." She frowned, an obvious expression of worry across her face. "James." Her voice was soft, quiet. "Thank you."
She crossed the space between them and placed her hands on his shoulders. She let her head drop so that it rested against his chest and closed her eyes, feeling the rise and fall as he breathed. Her voice was muffled as she said, "Tell me you're going to be okay."
Fingers migrated to cup either side of his face, and Celeste looked up. Her eyes lingered over his, then his mouth. "And don't lie."