Her posture is rigid as he leans against her to get his socks off, legs locking to stay strong as she brings a hand up to help support his weight. There's nothing for him to be ashamed of here, because she doesn't mind being there for him this way. It doesn't show weakness on his part, just like she doesn't think that supporting him as he needs it shows strength. It shows devotion, and something else that she definitely doesn't want to put a word to or think on too much.

"On three," she instructs under her breath, turning so she can put her arms around him and get ready to support his weight as she guides him inside. A soft count up to three later and they're moving, and she finds it easier to get him in and under the water. She really only intended on helping him inside, but she ends up getting soaking wet in the process and ends up standing there with him.

Her eyes close as she lets the warm water cascade down over her, matting her hair down to her face and back. A month ago, this would've been awkward. But now it's something that doesn't make her heart race and doesn't make her question what in the hell she's doing.

"Do you think you've got it from here?" She eventually thinks to ask, long after she's been standing there to the point that she knows she looks ridiculous.