[Part of him almost protests, wanting to clean Keith up first-- but he feels too fatigued to put up much of a fight, and he knows how stubborn Keith is. So.]
[Watching his hands for a long moment as he attempts to clean them, looking lost in thought-- maybe almost in danger of falling into his thoughts again if not for the fact that he looks over at Keith a moment later, then up at himself in the mirror.]
[...] [The water does wash the blood away, but it just keeps coming back that it hardly makes a difference.]