It was a good and safe thing that he was turned around for them both because without his hands on Wilson, he couldn't push them back into something less formal. Neither of them needed more sex right now, not after the three days that they had had already, but the closeness was nice. It was a rare thing; even after all this, he wasn't entirely sure why Wilson was doing this for him.

He smirked and tipped his head back into Sam's working fingers, and he finally managed to force himself into some manner of productivity by picking up the soap and beginning to scrub the skin of his chest and belly and arms clean. "I always have a contingency plan," he remarked softly. "I could disappear for awhile, yeah. How long are you thinking to be on the down low?"

It was worth it because he couldn't sit in this place being poked and prodded and interrogated. He would eventually and rather quickly begin to fight back, which he knew from experience would only make it worse. In doing that, he was going to drag Wilson back into it, and it was better to avoid that. His alpha was far too good a guy to be in the mud with him.

"I'll take my cues from you if you want to run with it."