Without a moment's hesitation, Jonathan swooped in and caught Xinjia before he could hurt himself. He held him as he looked into his eyes, quite enjoying the feeling of his wet body in his arms. "Careful, A-jia. You have to take better care of yourself."

Clearly he was no good at that. Jonathan had already decided that he might have to be the one to take care of him. Watch over him.

He made sure he was steady on his feet before he let go of him, then he gestured. "Turn around. I want to wash your hair."