"You're not." Raju's never once hurt him, even if he's claimed otherwise. Crozier can't recall a moment of it.

The careful but thorough scrub of the warm cloth against his neglected skin, the feeling of the water trickling over his body, the massaging over mistreated muscles, far outweighs any discomfort he might be experiencing from the slight jostling or pressure.

"It feels good," he reassures him. He really needed this. "You feel good."

As soon as it leaves his mouth he realizes how it must sound, but there's no taking it back, is there! At least there's the bruising to distract the two of them, and a well-timed hiss as a particularly sensitive spot is touched follows up the awkward admission.