Bro knew he needed to go shower. He knew it, but he really didn't want to. He was tired, and even though the dittany helped, he was still kind of sore and just generally miserable as hell for so many different reasons. He just didn't want to move from where he was sitting. But for her, he would, because he knew why she had suggested it. Dolores was being subtle, but Bro knew that it was her way of asking him to please wash the blood off so that she didn't suffer anymore than she needed to because of his blood. So with a nod, he moved to stand up, trying not to let out a groan as he did so. His whole body just ached.
"Thanks," he murmured after a few moments, arching his back so that he could get it to pop, letting out a low breath when it did. He let Dolores lead him to the bathroom. It was a colossal effort not to allow himself to break down in the shower, but somehow he managed it. Up until that point he'd been moving on sheer self preservation and adrenaline. Now that he was alone, it was really hard not to just think about everything that had happened. He didn't want to have a breakdown in Dolores's shower, though, so it literally took everything he had not to. It was kind of amazing how easy it was for him to retreat back behind all of his walls. Amazing, and yet scary.
Which is why he tried to make it quick, though he made sure to get all the blood off oh him. He also made sure that it had all gone completely down the drain and that there was nothing left in the tub when he was finished. Changing into his now clean clothes, he made his way slowly into the living room, where he plopped himself down. "So I'm assuming there's no way you're gonna just let me go to sleep instead, are you?" he murmured quietly, his head lolling against the back of the couch.
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"Thanks," he murmured after a few moments, arching his back so that he could get it to pop, letting out a low breath when it did. He let Dolores lead him to the bathroom. It was a colossal effort not to allow himself to break down in the shower, but somehow he managed it. Up until that point he'd been moving on sheer self preservation and adrenaline. Now that he was alone, it was really hard not to just think about everything that had happened. He didn't want to have a breakdown in Dolores's shower, though, so it literally took everything he had not to. It was kind of amazing how easy it was for him to retreat back behind all of his walls. Amazing, and yet scary.
Which is why he tried to make it quick, though he made sure to get all the blood off oh him. He also made sure that it had all gone completely down the drain and that there was nothing left in the tub when he was finished. Changing into his now clean clothes, he made his way slowly into the living room, where he plopped himself down. "So I'm assuming there's no way you're gonna just let me go to sleep instead, are you?" he murmured quietly, his head lolling against the back of the couch.