( It's difficult not keeping his gaze on those beautiful features of his when they're scratched up and seeping with hints of blood. )
Don't be ridiculous.
( Sunday says before he goes to search drawers for anything useful. The dream, while reflective of what there is in real life, seems to lack certain things. As if there were glitches. He only finds a small towel which he dampens with hot water. It's better than nothing. )
Give me your hands, I'll clean them for you.
( He says, shaking and squeezing off excess water from the fabric. He'll avoid his face for the time being. )
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Don't be ridiculous.
( Sunday says before he goes to search drawers for anything useful. The dream, while reflective of what there is in real life, seems to lack certain things. As if there were glitches. He only finds a small towel which he dampens with hot water. It's better than nothing. )
Give me your hands, I'll clean them for you.
( He says, shaking and squeezing off excess water from the fabric. He'll avoid his face for the time being. )