"You always help," Neil says, voice still low and aching with the relief of the massage as he leans into the attention of it, as he rolls his shoulders up to move Caleb's attention from his scalp and neck down onto his shoulders and back instead.

If he notices the slightly more gravelly tone in Caleb's voice, he doesn't let on. It's possible he's too focused on the contentment of the moment for anything like that right now to parse through.

"God, you're amazing."