"Christ, yes." He really wanted tea and a smoke, but figured that caffeine and nicotine hitting his system after the enforced break would be a horrendously bad plan. The lure of bed and other warm things, though, was far too strong to ignore.
It took a while, but eventually he was out of the disgusting grime-filled water and wrapped in towels. He couldn't help the shivers that still wracked his body, and for the first time in a very long time, he intended to sleep in tracksuit bottoms and a teeshirt. Possibly even his ratty old hoodie, and approximately thirteen pairs of socks. If they'd fit.
Shuffling closer to Arthur, he let his head drop down to rest on the other man's shoulder. "m'not doing that 'gain. Jail, I mean," he muttered, his eyes already drifting shut as he stood there.