"... yeah, easy for you to tell me to relax when you're setting my skin on fire, right?" But it was more a blurt than a complaint, well, it was definitely not a complaint. The running water... was changing things. Muting some of the sensations while bringing others into focus.

Long breath out, as one hand unclenched - why were his hands fisted anyway? He made an effort to relax the other one, too - and moved to rest on the dark, water-matted curls. Lightly, in a way. Almost buzzing, too.

"I tried, you see. Sleep, I mean. Before that. It didn't work. Thought I might as well be useful."

Running his free hand over his face. Up, raking wet strands away from his eyes. "Right. Relax." Deep breath.

... and, of course, sputtering as he breathed in water.