Caleb didn't really think much on how his appearance must look. The dried blood on his hands, the blood on his clothes and the blood streaking in his hair...there was just a lot of blood. However, it dawned on him as he glanced down at his hands absolutely horrified. He met Alice's eyes again and did that strange squinty eyes, heavy breathing thing that guys do when they are trying to not cry. It was a reflex...he just didn't cry...it wasn't in his way. In a broken voice he managed to say,
"Can I come in?" He paused, "don't worry...it's not mine."