"Yeah," he nodded as he settled in. The water did feel good, the warmth easing the ache in his muscles. As heavy and over taxed as he was feeling, he knew it was worse for her with her bum leg. Because he'd shot her.
He'd been a different person then, though just as desperate to survive. He'd learned though, that one man couldn't survive on his own. Not really, not for long. And maybe relying on and taking support and comfort from others wasn't such a terrible thing.
"It's probably the closest I've ever been to bliss. Or something. I don't know." He felt stupid and vulnerable.