He nodded mutely, twisting his hands in front of him, trying to hide the fact that he still trembling. He glanced down at the, terrible lines of red still clinging to his fingers from where he had touched Joseph as he had bled out, then stuffed them in his pockets, ashamed, wondering how neither her nor Lydia had noticed the stains on his hands earlier. How she had let him touch her like that.

"I need -- I need a shower."