"We could surely find something else for you to do," he sighs. "You can keep me warm on cold nights, for one."

He means that literally, even. Watson strokes Cerrit's chest, aware that he's not done working, he cannot be until Cerrit is clean and dry and safe, but he's exhausted, and for the moment he needs to stand here and regain some degree of strength before he can carry on. "Or you can let me lean on you when I'm tired, just like this. My god, but you're soft."