"Thanks," he mumbled a little, letting the water rush over his fingers, the stream turning a little pink, and the remaining shards rinsing into the sink. "Your son?" he asked, trying not to grimace at the feeling of the water in the fresh cuts.
"This place is so fucked up," he said softly. "Mm, island-wide, not just the house," he explained himself, removing his fingers from the water again, sighing slightly when a matter of seconds later he was bleeding again, and back under the water they went.