Gii leaned against the rock as Agri soaked another shred of his clothing in the river they had found. He returned and patted gently on Gii's weak neck. The elder man twitched, but remained still.
"Sorry." Agri murmured.
Gii shook his head. "No. It's okay." He gently took Agri's hand. "We should probably take care of you." That same hand reached to Agri's temple. "You're still bleeding."
Agri flinched and moved back to the river, not meeting Gii's eyes. "It'll heal."
Gii summoned strength and courage and pushed off the rock and kneeled beside Agri. He grabbed the other's hand in the cold water. "Why won't you let me take care of you?"
Agri looked at their hands. They would be numb soon and wrinkled and pruned. But he didn't stop the happiness that sprung from the touch. He put down the makeshift rag and covered Gii's hand with the free one. "Because you already did." If hesitantly, he stroked Gii's cheek. "Now it's my turn."
Gii smiled, leaning close. Agri didn't fight him and met halfway for the kiss.