[ Oh, no, there she goes. Not that he's complaining all that much, he's feeling woozy enough that there's a risk of slipping in here if he's left to his own devices for too long. He curls an arm around her back when she steps in to hold him again, head bowed to rest against her shoulder.
Maybe it's the deafening rush of water or being naked and vulnerable with her or both but whatever it is, it's shaking something loose in him. Shoulders shaking, throat tight, jaw set, he really can't keep himself from crying any longer. It's a quiet, heartbreaking sobbing and he's too tired to even deny it. ]