Winston was realising that Jude in caretaker mode tended to pivot himself towards the background of everything. That made sense, it's what natural caretakers did without realising it but he was pretty sure Jude didn't realise he was doing it and Winston wanted him to know that this was absolutely a two-way street, despite the fact that up to now, he'd been the one who needed the TLC. It wasn't always easy to remember it was okay to need to be taken care off too, when you'd spent a long time single and going it all alone, even the shitty days where you were unwell. "In a minute. The bath can wait for a sec. You said that day we had breakfast with Ree back home that you were alone through the whole of covid, which means you were alone when you got sick with it. That had to be really hard. Like, really fucking hard. When was the last time you let anyone take care of you? And before you say that it was a pandemic and we all had to social distance and all that, I mean in general too. Do you know how to let someone?" He rubbed his hand over Jude's knee and thigh, taking another few small sips of water. "I'm just looking for a little inside intel in case I do the appalling thing of spread my germs to you. Whatever the hell germ it is. That, and... I want to be able to prioritise you in this relationship, like you're prioritising me. But I think that might be difficult with a nurse sometimes. I hear it can be with doctors and no, I won't spill my source," he added with a smirk.