[ He looks down dumbly at the robe (it's precious, he knows that, all caught up in the story of leaves in hair and jumping off non-metaphorical trains), just staring at it before he nods and smiles. It's genuine, so far as he can manage right now. ]
If this is just a ploy to guilt me into doing the laundry, it's working.
[ And he wipes the worst of the blood away, holding the robe against his head. ]
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If this is just a ploy to guilt me into doing the laundry, it's working.
[ And he wipes the worst of the blood away, holding the robe against his head. ]
Drive safe, okay?