Not tainted was a phrase Homura never heard used to describe him, and if Okita had said the thought out loud, the demi-god would have laughed. As it was, he finished working his fingers through Okita's hair, building a solid lather, then moving to the man's side to offer a hand. It might not be appropriate, since the other had moved on his own before, and something told Homura that he was broaching being insulting by it. Yet at the same time, he had seen Okita's prior movements, and simply didn't feel right not offering some sort of help. At the very least, the demi-god compromised by keeping his voice low, the water ensuring only Okita would hear him.

"You can rinse it out now. I'll support your weight if you need."

Homura couldn't help but wonder what Okita had almost said in that pause, but decided not to pry. It might be something private, something that he'd forgotten along with all the other things, and despite the insistence that he was the same person as his future self, Homura thought it would be almost an intrusion to ask. As it was, he got an idea of Okita's gratitude from what the man did say, and Homura chuckled softly as he shook his head. "Considering what I asked you to do for me, there's really no need to thank me. But I am glad that--" And here was where it got tricky again. Who was it that had really saved Okita? This praise wasn't meant for the person he was now. "--he was able to help."