[Alma is in the park with a small kit he never thought he'd need to get. First aid kits are for people who aren't like him. But he'd left his hands by themselves for too long and thought they would heal fine.
And they might have if he had picked all the splinters out of them beforehand. Stupid him. Now it's more of a bother to do it because his hands are stiff and a little mangled. It's kind of soothing though, the mindless routine of ripping open his own skin and pulling each piece of slivered wood out.
It takes him a moment to notice Cross and by then he's already managed to bandage one of his hands. He doesn't see him around much--if ever--so he speaks out before really thinking of it.]