He was healing well, the thick scab on his neck reduced in size and ugliness by now. The scarring was setting in very nicely and in a very obvious way, and it no longer even tried to open when he rolled his shoulders. His bruising was fading much faster, the scratches settling down to just faint marks on his skin when it was wet. The stiff muscles were a little harder to hide, but the hot water was doing wonders for those as well. Of course, Wilson's fingers were helping too, all slide and caress as they were.

He moaned at the press of skin, leaning into Wilson immediately and tipping his head forward just before the application of teeth. There was the pressured burn of that contact, but it stilled and calmed him as a bite never had before. It was Wilson and even with no scent glands back there, his body responded all the same. "Heh heh, you're a possessive asshole. Just the way I think it should be. I am all that and a bag of chips after all."

He slipped an arm around Wilson's waist so his alpha couldn't step back too far from him. "So you do," he agreed before turning his head. "We should be safe and you're going to have to get me some pills, right? We don't need the potential of a growing problem, do we?" Which was completely opposite to what his body wanted, but what the hell did it know? There was too much risk right now.