Every time Caleb had tried to run a brush through his hair it just turned into frizz and static. But he trusted Caduceus' technique. How many siblings did he have, after all? How much practice must he have had? He probably knew how to deal with the kind of unruly texture that Caleb had. But, of course, that was the last thing on his mind as he trailed his fingers softly across Caduceus' chest and across his collarbone, dipping down into the hollow before sliding across his shoulder and falling away just a moment before the other man returned the gesture. He chuckled softly and ducked his head.
"Some more than others," he said. "I'm a little... sparse. Even for a human. You should have seen Wulf." It was an absent-minded comment, really, and the first time he had made a passing mention of anyone but Astrid. But it also implied quite directly that Caleb had seen Eadwulf in some state of undress during their time together. He wasn't sure he had ever admitted that to anyone else. But the three of them had been... close, very close. It was also the first time in a long time he had thought fondly of them, but he supposed that might have had something to do with his determination to kill Trent and tear down everything he had built. Now that he'd decided to do it, he could see into the future a bit. Or, at least, the future he hoped for.
Caleb shifted to turn around and give Caduceus better access to his back and shoulders, but one hand slipped down beneath the water and drifted back, landing on the side of Caduceus' leg, just to maintain contact between them. He didn't want to simply take, especially when it came to affection. He wanted Caduceus to know where his focus was, that he was still present and paying attention to him, even when his eyes fell closed and he sighed into the touch. He didn't realize how much tension he had been holding onto, but the fact that it seemed located mostly at the base of his neck and between his shoulder-blades might explain the near-constant headaches he had. He always figured that it was just eye strain from reading in candlelight.
"If I had known that you were this good at this, I might have asked before," he teased. The heat from the spring helped too. But it was mostly Caduceus' hands.