Hisoka squirmed out of his totally disgusting clothes and tugged Jou out of his, shivering as Jou stroked his skin. He smiled up at Jou, his eyes sleepy and warm.
"I'm fine," he said softly, leaning gently into his hands as the moved over smooth, unbroken skin before he reached down to fish for a washcloth in the stuff Urahara left for them, wetting it and trying to wipe most of the blood off his skin so they wouldn't be sitting in it. He rubbed himself clean and wrung the cloth out before cleaning Jou up as much as he could, leaning into him and kissing his mouth gently as he stroked over Jou's skin, touching his cheek softly.