"No, we shouldn't, or we may be testing the benefits of this new bond, hmm? It will be dangerous to search for each other mentally, but if I go more than three months, I might just hunt you down," he replied as his lips twisted in a smirk. He hummed at the treatment, letting his threat be as much a promise as he could. It was probably the hormones raging high, but a small part he would step on didn't want it to be just the hormones.

He passed the soap back over his shoulder when he felt how smooth and clean his hair was. "Wash my back," he asked hopefully. He completely planned on returning the favour of all of this and not just because he felt he owed Wilson. No, he wanted to have his hands on the guy's smooth hot skin.

"Why would you suck at it? You're an intelligent guy, and I'll be fumbling along the same as you," he replied before looking over his shoulder. "If this escape goes down, I don't want you in the building. I can make my own way out; it's what I'm good at and I'll even limit the casualties." Survival was always paramount, his and Wilson's now.