Neil purrs softly, lulling his neck as Caleb rubs at him, as much massaging as he is washing him off. For the moment, it's a focus of calm and chaste attention, dutiful and particular in taking care of his complaints: being hot and sweaty and sore and all the things that come with summer performances in costume.

"You're too good for me," Neil says, leaning back into Caleb adoringly.