With Steve's arms propped on his own shoulders, he started his work on Steve's chest. He'd done this before but it was so very different then. Much narrower, swabbing away sweat and trying to give some kind of ease to all his coughing...

Soap or not, he leaned in for a kiss to Steve's collarbone, loving and grateful at once. He was well. He was healthy. And now, he'd always be. While that made a part of him feel useless, it made more of him so happy. Steve had what he'd always deserved.