Of course I can.

[He pulled Liquid over his shoulder, gripping his arms to keep him from sliding off. Like that, he made his way to the bathroom, stumbling but making an effort not to show that it was hard.]

[Candles flickered at the edges of the tub, lighting foamy water. Ocelot hoped they'd be more soothing than artificial light. He lowered Liquid to the floor and pulled off his belt before working at his pants.]

Don't worry. You'll feel better.