Best not, though Joe would tell him, if Nicky asked. They've seen each other with all sorts of horrible injuries through the many centuries they've spent together, and while Joe always hates seeing Nicky suffer, he's not squeamish when it comes to gore.

He welcomes the kiss with a soft hum, his hands resting on Nicky's shoulders, squeezing. It's a gentle kiss, soft and reassuring, and Joe takes it, letting it soothe his temper. He smiles at Nicky's request, small but fond, his eyes crinkling a little at the corners. "We really could."

His fingers trail down Nicky's arm to take his hand even as he turns around to start the shower, removing the rest of his clothes as it warms. He'll get in first, putting his face into the stream of water for a few seconds before he steps away, making room. "Come in," he beckons, smiling to Nicky, droplets of water in his eyelashes.