"Any kind of mess, you're always there underneath it," she replied and wiped off her blade again.
Abi was impressed at how quiet and still he was being, given that the man rarely shut the hell up for more than five minutes. It was odd but kind of nice to help him zone out and relax. She got to the final patch near his other ear and kept going, "He and my mother met when they were fifteen. Insane if you ask me but they were together for nearly 25 years when they died. Made for each other, my Gran used to say. Always one looking at the other when they weren't paying attention.." she did a final sweep and grabbed a wet cloth, wiping down his chin tenderly. "You're all done. How's it feel?"