Eric’s eyes wandered around Junhong’s back, looking for any scratches or cuts. Who knows what the younger has gone through before he found him. With slow gentle touch he washed his back, cursing at himself from even letting the younger leave his place. “You said you will be fine. That you’re safe.” He mumbled. There’s really no words to describe how he felt finding the other dirty, on the bench with ripped clothes. God only knows how long has he been wandering like this in the cold, when was the last proper meal he has had. “Let me finish washing your back. I’ll leave to let you wash the rest then alright? You have clothes and towel ready on the shelf. I’ll make you something to eat..” he continued to run the sponge along the younger’s back with another sigh.