[That's nice. Better. He presses his head against Arthur's, his wet hair cool against his forehead.]

Can't get rid of me that easily, [he says with a breathless, rueful laugh. He turns his head to cough again, groaning in frustration.]

If I wasn't bloody dying every five seconds with this fucking cough... I'd be having 'thank god I'm alive' sex, [he says through a yawn. Yeah, like that's happening tonight. But this is good. The closeness is... really good.]