"Hey, I can do with a little more refreshment before we leave."

Clint got the shower head from the pole with just the same, faint smile, not dishonest, just not as enthusiastic as it used to be. It was true, he doubted he would get really awake until they had to face that appointment today, and touching her was never a punishment. Also, if she needed more help than just a pair of hands, he would climb into the tub with her immediately, clothes be damned.

They were running a little short on time so he couldn't treat her as much as he liked. But he made very sure, he didn't hurt her, keeping his hand out of her curls completely when he got them wet and trying not to pull on even the most tangled strands when he worked the shampoo in. It wasn't much better after the first go of conditioner so he did that one again. After rinsing it out for a second time, he finally could brush his fingers through her hair mostly without getting stopped.

"Better."

He bent down for a gentle kiss on her forehead and then her lips and frowned a little when he felt them too dry, too sensitive.

"You not hydrated enough, red. Want some tea? Or just water?"