Dean didn't so much as twitch as she cleaned out the cuts across his knuckles. He knew it was probably bad that he couldn't feel any of what she'd done. But he was no doctor. "It's fine, kiddo." He tried to reassure her. She was doing fine. Better than he had. He hadn't done a thing. He'd just as well let it rot off.
"Yeah. Don't know that there's much point in shaving." He scrubbed his fingertips through the scruff along his chin. Who was he trying to impress? He was done with relationships. She trusted him enough not to go anywhere while she left the room. That said something. Though he wasn't sure what.