[Mrrldfjld. It's with a great force of effort that his gaze flickers back down, feeling wobbly somehow under that tender gaze, the softness of his smile and the meaning in it all, too. It's... a lot. Always has been. He's thought himself able to handle it now and then but the goddamn truth is that he never quite will.]
[So just he sets himself back to task, looking to Shiro now and then, but staying quiet, and at least it isn't an uncomfortable silence at that. He clears off the bloodstains as best as he can, off both his arms, both done with the same care as everything else, until he tosses the towel near the tub drain with a bit of a sigh.]
[His hands are still holding Shiro's afterwards - it's not perfect but at least both their hands are no longer covered anymore. So there's one relief.]