Though about to reply to what she says first, to deny that she's selfish, he's cut off before he can begin. Because what she says next is too much. He positively sputters with the idea of Paloma bathing him! "Th-that is quite unnecessary...!"
Failing a hot blush at her own audacity, she squirms out of their embrace and flattens her palms against the ruin of his shirt.
"It is only that I worry for what I have done to you!! Not ...!!" Like yeah she's filthy-minded but not at present. Father, forgive this 'Loma for she has sinned, gravely.
Well he hadn't thought she meant it in a lewd way, but he's filthy enough that he wouldn't be able to keep himself from experiencing it that way!! "No, no, I understand! It's perfectly fine!! However I am quite capable of attending to myself!"
"I hit you very hard on the head," she says, but that's the last of her argument. Paloma won't bully him into nudity around her unless there are real and life-threatening factors involved. If he seems okay ...
She stands very suddenly, unable to sit still. "After you, I would like to bathe also?"
"A proper host should allow his guest to be first." After all, he needs to have a good wank and cry. He chooses not to comment on his head. That doesn't have anything to do with this, he thinks. He can still manage to bathe himself even if he has a concussion! Which he doesn't!!! (he probably does)
The smell of them is more vivid to her than he can ever realize, but out of misplaced politeness she's chosen not to say a word about it. But her nose does wrinkle inconspicuously now and then.
She traces the curve of his cheek, that redness. "Any wound not seen. I would not care if you pretend to have others."
The colour rises, deepens, his eyes dart away again. "It wouldn't be very good of me to lie of nonexistent wounds, how could anything be done for them, you would be left searching for nothing. Moreover, I can't see how you might help even one that cannot be seen and yet exists." Hastily, he adds, "Of course, I appreciate the thought!"
Well, he's won, the dipshit. Completely blown any chance of getting coddled or given extra special doting attention. She'd rather hoped he would let her dote and tries not to seem disappointed.
Her hand drops away and lets him be. "Alright. I shall ... go to the bath." With a last, long, injury-assessing glance, Paloma scurries away too rapidly to be natural.
Did she expect anything less of him? It's either all or nothing, either he fully commits himself to his sin, or runs away from anything even remotely improper, keeps overly polite even if something is not necessarily improper.
No sooner has she disappeared than his head falls into his hands. And no sooner has he breathed a great sigh of relief and shame than he opens his pants - he can hardly even start without crying, either. It's the least disturbing thing in the room at the moment by far, and yet... Of course, that part might influence it too. That ain't normal.
In an amazing stroke of luck that spares him the humiliation of Paloma knowing what he's up to, running water clogs her hearing. He can cry and wank himself off in relative peace with only the company of blood- and jizz-stained cadavers.
And when the water isn't running, she sings to distract herself from heavy thinking. The bathroom's acoustics make her voice sound better and deeper than she believes it to be.
Joy of joys! Today there's a towel to use, and she uses enthusiastically. Paloma pokes her head out of a crack in the door and calls to him: "Harry! I am a fool and forgot a change in clothes again!!"
"A-ah - I shall fetch something immediately!" Which requires scrambling to his feet and tucking his dick back in his pants. But it's something to distract himself with, which is very useful, therefore he does hurry off immediately, and comes back with a blue gown about ten minutes later. It's out of date, but the height of fashion in its day.
When he returns, he knocks on the door, hoping his face doesn't betray his activities.
"-Running? No, why do you ask?" Ah- wait, maybe he should have lied and said he was, does something look off, can she tell he was crying? Or is it sweat - would she be able to tell he'd masturbated by that?
The notion that he'd start stroking himself under these circumstances is just so improbable that it cannot occur to her. He earns a baffled smile as she takes the dress and slips it through the cracked door.
"There was no need to ... try yourself." He's got to be careful in case of any major internal injuries, after all.
Paloma clearly underestimates just how nasty he is. That he'd be aroused by everything that happened, or by the memory of the murders, or even for shame of that. He's a complicated man, to say the least.
But that phrasing of hers. She does know. He's too horrified even to panic. "I was- no, rather, I - I have no excuses or explanation to make."
And there he stands, beet red in an instant. His mouth opens and closes, trying to find something to say in response to that. Flattered! Flattered that he should spill his seed in vain for her! All the worse she couldn't possibly realise the other factors, that she is the major subject, but not the sole one. "I do not think that is a thing to be flattered for!!"
Completely confounded by his behavior and not liking that she's apparently in the dark again, Paloma clutches the towel to her chest and opens the door in full.
"I meant you did not need to rush so very much for a dress!! And thank you!!"
He is absolutely, positively not getting off cleanly for this. No, this will be hard and rough and dirty.
Paloma's not buying what he's selling. She stares, eyes wide but suspicious-- "You had belief I meant something shameful! What is it? Please do not mislead me. It is waste!"
"Why are you red and sweating?" She steps in closer and affects the puffed-up visage of a blustering pigeon, clutching her towel to preserve what precious little modesty remains between them.
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"It is only that I worry for what I have done to you!! Not ...!!" Like yeah she's filthy-minded but not at present. Father, forgive this 'Loma for she has sinned, gravely.
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She stands very suddenly, unable to sit still. "After you, I would like to bathe also?"
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Two of her fingers swipe fallen hair behind Jekyll's ear. Sympathy, tenderness.
"Will you let me help you after we are clean?"
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"Help me? With what?"
And a blush for that small, intimate gesture.
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She traces the curve of his cheek, that redness. "Any wound not seen. I would not care if you pretend to have others."
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Her hand drops away and lets him be. "Alright. I shall ... go to the bath." With a last, long, injury-assessing glance, Paloma scurries away too rapidly to be natural.
DUMMY
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No sooner has she disappeared than his head falls into his hands. And no sooner has he breathed a great sigh of relief and shame than he opens his pants - he can hardly even start without crying, either. It's the least disturbing thing in the room at the moment by far, and yet... Of course, that part might influence it too. That ain't normal.
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And when the water isn't running, she sings to distract herself from heavy thinking. The bathroom's acoustics make her voice sound better and deeper than she believes it to be.
Joy of joys! Today there's a towel to use, and she uses enthusiastically. Paloma pokes her head out of a crack in the door and calls to him: "Harry! I am a fool and forgot a change in clothes again!!"
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When he returns, he knocks on the door, hoping his face doesn't betray his activities.
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Paloma reaches for his gift, opening her mouth to give gratitude-- and tilts her head in question. "Were you running?"
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"There was no need to ... try yourself." He's got to be careful in case of any major internal injuries, after all.
The horrid phrasing misses Paloma.
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But that phrasing of hers. She does know. He's too horrified even to panic. "I was- no, rather, I - I have no excuses or explanation to make."
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She ends up opening the door further, sticking her entire head out, as well as a bare shoulder. Her brow knits.
"What explanation could you give? You flatter me with your effort!"
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"I meant you did not need to rush so very much for a dress!! And thank you!!"
Why is this a big deal!?
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Well now he feels silly.
"-Oh. Is that all. No, I assure you, I did not rush in the least, there is nothing to worry for."
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Paloma's not buying what he's selling. She stares, eyes wide but suspicious-- "You had belief I meant something shameful! What is it? Please do not mislead me. It is waste!"
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But he isn't ready to make any admission. Denial is the best route by far. "It is nothing of concern, truly!"
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"Why are you red and sweating?" She steps in closer and affects the puffed-up visage of a blustering pigeon, clutching her towel to preserve what precious little modesty remains between them.
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