They may not have a sink or soap, but Justin has good ol' Maximum Strength Neosporin plus pain reliever and a little bottle of lotion to go along with it in case anything happens. Tony's already seen it, and he's not afraid to use it again if he has to.

There's only a moment spared to pull his gloves off and toss back into the cooler, ignoring putting them in anything else like a lazy bastard, and he's grinning at Tony.

"You're silly."

Maybe it's not exactly on the top of the list of what lovers say to each other, but he says it anyway. Tony's being silly, and Justin can appreciate it. Hell, people would say wearing gloves while playing in the mud is silly, but Tony doesn't seem to mind. And, in one way, it's something he's come to love about him just as much as he's come to love everything else.

"But yeah. Let's do that." Taking a hand as though he can't be without it, he tugs him in that direction, stopping to kneel and crawl into the flap, holding his arms out to take the bag from him and place it as far away from the head of the opened sleeping bags as possible. "There's no water here, but it's fine anyway. Come on in."