His hands wander, over Victor and over himself, until the both of them are clean and even then he's not ready to let go. He wraps his arms around Victor, burying his head on his shoulder, nuzzling it there and breathing him in, pressed close enough that even the waves from the sonic shower can't roll his smell away.

"I'm glad you're okay."

And then saying the words suddenly makes him feel like he's drowning, and he has to bite back tears.