"I don't think you fucked up, for what it's worth," Aidan said gently, rinsing out the conditioner. "And yes, it really fucking sucks that you're dying. Because I will miss the hell out of you when that happens, although hopefully that day will not come for a very long time."
He reached for the towel hanging next to the tub. "Ready to get out, or do you want to soak for a bit?"