I turn away again, looking for the soap. “Giving you a bath.” Then I remember that he’s freezing and I kneel to take off his drenched shoes.

That just hit me in the gut, for some reason. Such a reverential and penitent image, combined with all the dense and loaded references to saving and saviours and need. Just endless, yearning, need. To be honest, I'm a little heartbroken and quieted by this fic.