He was okay mostly, just a little shaky, that was all. He rubbed the cloth over his chest and under his arms and around his neck, one arm steadying him on the sink, but then he had to look back at Addy and admit that he needed her help.
Every creak the house made had him almost jumping out of his skin, waiting for Lucifer to come back. He felt like they should put all the sheets back on the bed, but didn't have the energy to do it.